Late at night, snow fell in silence. The banquet was over, and everyone needed to go back and rest; after all, Christmas had not yet arrived, and there was work tomorrow.
Lu Mingfei lay on the bed with his hands behind his head. The curtains were undrawn, and he just quietly watched the snowflakes drift down outside the window, the snow on the windowsill growing thicker and thicker.
Turning his head, Chu Zihang was already asleep on another bed not far away. This was a rare, quiet night where all troubles could be put aside for a moment to get a good rest, just like that night two years ago.
Chapter 27