The night was covered with exquisite villas at the foot of the mountain.

Bai Shan went downstairs and swept his eyes across the room.

The hall was dimly lit, only the old European-style fireplace glowing red. Mu Nan wore only a fluffy silk sweater and sat lazily on the soft couch with his legs crossed.

His gaze stagnated as he stared blankly at the fireplace, calmly and peacefully, completely different from Mu Nan's memories.

Bai Shan ...