With both hands behind his head, only in the attic could he find a moment of peace.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the dust and mustiness in the air.
The worries in his mind gradually dissipated with every breath.
The mindset of avoidance told him that if he didn't think about it, he wouldn't be troubled.
The afterglow of the sunset spilled through the window onto the wooden floor.
A ray of light fell precisely on his eyes.
He half-closed his eyes, holding his breath, did he... hear someone speaking?
Was it her?
Suddenly opening his eyes, he sat up abruptly and hurried downstairs.
The sound of his footsteps descending the stairs was urgent and quick.
The servant looked up in surprise, seeing the always composed Jiang Nan rushing down.
He looked anxious, as if... he was desperately searching for something.
"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong?"
The servant stepped aside, blocking his path.
Jiang Nan lowered his eyes, glanced at the servant, "Move."
