Wei Jin's room was as elegant and quiet as her. However, it was also extremely cold. There were a few stacks of books on the table. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Wei Jin took off Mu Feng's clothes and walked to the bathroom to wash the makeup that had been washed away by her tears. She tidied her appearance and returned to the calm and composed Miss Wei before walking out.
There was a heater in the house, and Mu Feng's frozen limbs slowly warmed up. His hair, which had a thin layer of ice, also began to become moist and stuck to his temples.
At that moment, Mu Feng was almost awake. Thinking of Wei Jin, who had cried so sadly just now, Mu Feng was annoyed and stood rooted to the ground.
When Wei Jin came out, she saw Mu Feng standing in the living room in a sorry state, not daring to move. He was pitiful and funny. The corners of Wei Jin's lips twitched imperceptibly.
