Mo Xi'er slept surprisingly well tonight.
After a long night's sleep, when I woke up the next day, it was already past nine o'clock.
The snow that had been falling for several days had stopped. I stood on the balcony and looked out. The entire island was surrounded by a silvery white world at Juye.
The mountains are covered with snow, the trees are covered with silver, and the snowflakes piled on the ground make this small island particularly beautiful.
Mo Xier stretched out comfortably and stood in front of the balcony, staring quietly at the room and sizing up the mountain view for a while. After a burst of crisp cold air blew in, she pulled up the collar of her clothes. Gao, with his small face half buried in his collar, turned around and entered the house.
This is the second time she has come to Jueye. She is not familiar with this place, but she is not unfamiliar either.
When he went downstairs, Qing Muchen was not there, so he left a note for her.
The message in the eloquent handwriting was very simple, just one sentence: I went to work, there is breakfast in the kitchen.
Mo Xi'er held the note and read it quietly for a while, with the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
She didn't care about any of Qing Muchen's schedule, but when he suddenly started to take the initiative to report to her, she felt a little happy.
After staring at him above for a while, Mo Xier put down the note and turned around to go to the kitchen.
Qing Muchen should have asked the servant to prepare breakfast. She didn't know when it was made.
Mo Xier slept soundly last night without being disturbed in the slightest.
She took out the baked bread from the oven, spread some jam, and took a bite. She poured herself a glass of milk, drank it, and looked around the room.
According to her past understanding of Qing Muchen, wherever he goes, there should be a lot of accumulated things to deal with.
At least, she and he should not leave the island today.
Mo Xier had visited the entire island yesterday and had nothing to do at the moment. He walked around the villa for a while, thought about it, and then went to the kitchen to find ingredients to prepare lunch.
She didn't know whether Qing Muchen would be back at noon.
She was just bored, so she treated this lunch as a cooking practice and prepared a lot.
It was already half past twelve when the sumptuous meal was completely over.
When Mo Xi'er walked out of the kitchen, she raised her phone and checked the time.
It's already so late, he probably won't come back.
A person came to the dining table and sat down, holding the cutlery, wanting to eat. However, staring at the table full of food, and then looking at the empty seat opposite, Mo Xier had no appetite for some reason.
After putting the tableware on hold, Mo Xier quietly stared at the seat opposite her and decided to wait.
What if he comes back
She sat at the dining table for more than an hour. At two o'clock, there was an unexpected sound of someone pushing the door open outside the villa.
Mo Xier followed the source of the sound and stared in the direction of the door quietly for a few seconds, her eyes glazed over.
In the garden, the sound of footsteps came from the garden.
The steady and powerful pace belongs to Qing Muchen.
Mo Xier stared blankly in the direction of the entrance to the hall, a little unaware of his sudden appearance.
Qing Muchen's footsteps were still approaching the house step by step.
A few seconds later, the person appeared at the entrance of the hall.
Looking sideways, his eyes met hers here. Looking at her sitting at the dining table, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.
The two of them just looked at each other quietly. Qing Muchen's eyes stayed on the food on the table. Mo Xier was surprised that he came back.