At that moment, the wind and rain outside the window had stopped slightly, sending in the faint fragrance of the autumn chrysanthemums. It circled Jun Shiling's hazy eyes, giving off a hint of loneliness.
Jun Shiling's voice was soft just now, so Xia Wanyuan did not hear what he said. "What did you say just now?"
Jun Shiling looked up and restrained the disappointment in his eyes. He smiled at Xia Wanyuan. "It's nothing. It's late. Go and rest."
"I packed a guest room for you. Go and rest too."
"Okay, thank you."
After bringing Jun Shiling to the guest room, Xia Wanyuan returned to her room and lay on the bed, listening to the rain outside the window. For some reason, Xia Wanyuan had a baffling thought.
The blanket I had prepared for Jun Shiling seemed a little thin. I wonder if he would be cold under it.
