Zhang Te changed into a pair of slippers at the entrance, left his cell phone in the most noticeable spot on the living room coffee table, then glanced at the bathroom, where Han Jingnian was using the shower head to bathe a small mirror.
The little mirror was not very obedient, splashing bubbles and water droplets all over him. But the usually clean-freak Han Jingnian did not show any sign of disgust or distaste. Instead, he patiently held the small mirror by its neck, helping it get thoroughly cleaned.
After the bath, Han Jingnian used a towel to wipe off the wet water from the small mirror, then found a hairdryer to carefully dry the mirror’s body.
The small mirror owed a few tis, then darted out of the bathroom, ran toward the balcony, and nestled into its den.
On the balcony was cat litter, cat food, and clean water... Everything related to the small mirror was clean and neatly arranged. The boxes in the corner were even filled with loads of toys for the little mirror.
From this, it was clear that Han Jingnian took excellent care of the small mirror, even better than the care the lady used to give it three months ago.
In these three months, Lady Han had lost weight; Xia Chen’an also lost weight and no longer flirted with any girl he t, regardless of how attractive or unsightly she was; Song Youman’s pregnancy was unstable and she had to stay in the hospital for more than half a month. She was already six months pregnant and other than her slightly larger belly, she seed thinner than before she was pregnant; Han Zhijin had beco a bit silent and many people said he was becoming more and more like his uncle, Han Jingnian; Han Jingnian himself had lost a lot of weight... Only the little mirror had grown fatter, and its fur looked shinier.
Only when Han Jingnian had cleaned himself up in the bathroom and co back out did Zhang Te snap out of his thoughts and spoke: "Mr. Han, I have left your cellphone on the coffee table. It’s getting late, so I’ll be off now. You should also rest soon."
Han Jingnian nodded slightly without saying a word.
Zhang Te lingered in the room for a while before he left.
With the closing of the door, only Han Jingnian and a cat were left in the over 300-square-ter room.
In the past, he never felt the apartnt was too big, but now... he felt an eerie emptiness in the vast space.
He stood blankly in the living room for a while, then went to the dining room, pulled out sleeping pills from a drawer, swallowed two, and returned to the bedroom.
While the effect of the dication was kicking in, he took a shower. Then, while getting dressed, he accidentally dropped a cufflink Xia Wan’an had given him. The cufflink rolled around on the smooth floor and disappeared.
Han Jingnian didn’t hesitate and promptly dropped his clothes to search the room for it.
To say that he turned the bedroom upside down wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Eventually, he found the cufflink under the TV cabinet.
Despite the floor under the TV cabinet always being cleaned, a crumpled ball of paper still ended up falling onto it when he shifted the cabinet.
Thinking it was a wad of waste paper, he didn’t pay much attention to it. When he picked up the cufflink, he also picked up the paper ball. As he was about to throw the paper ball into the trash bin on his way to his dressing room, he noticed there was an image on it.
He instinctively stopped himself from throwing it. He unfolded the paper and found it to be full of design sketches... Were these her discarded drafts?
As Han Jingnian wondered, he flipped the paper over and saw, in addition to pencil sketches, several lines of writing.
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