After her bath, Qiao Xiaren came out of the bathroom, drying her dripping wet hair, and glanced at the wall clock; it was already five in the afternoon.
She scanned around the room. Si Limo's room was very spacious, with a comfortably large porch outside, offering a vast view. In the distance, there was a beautiful fountain and garden, the manor-style garden meticulously maintained and beautiful. The rain had stopped, the sky was a clear blue, scattered with a few strands of cloud wisps.
Si Limo stood on the porch, hands braced on the railing, his back's smooth lines slightly arched, a cigarette tucked between his fingers. A phrase suddenly flashed through Qiao Xiaren's mind: the view is beautiful and so is the person.
Qiao Xiaren walked towards the porch, a breeze lifting the hair on her forehead, bringing a touch of coolness and refreshing her, and she took a deep breath.
"What are you looking at?"
