The next day, Saturday.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled patches of light on the wooden floor. Lin Fan stretched, feeling relaxed all over. The promise from last night was still fresh in his mind. He glanced at Mu Qingxue, who was already busy at the desk beside him, and a smile unconsciously curved the corners of his lips.
Mengmeng was still fast asleep in her bedroom, and the living room was unusually quiet, save for the soft rustle of a pen gliding across paper.
Chapter 97