White Moonlight... or Someone Else?

Gu Pianpian spent the entire night dreaming. In her dream, Huo Qing'ang's seductively husky and gentle voice kept calling her—darling. So, when she opened her door to see him the next morning, she was somewhat unsure if it was reality or still part of her dream.

"Mr. Huo, are you about to leave?" Gu Pianpian leaned against the door frame, her voice groggy and inquisitive.

Sitting in his wheelchair, he lazily leaned against the backrest. The collar of his white shirt was slightly open, revealing a hint of wheat-colored skin. His long neck featured a clear and cold countenance, making him look both noble and relaxed.

Huo Qing'ang responded with a chilly "Mm" when he heard her voice. His magnetic voice was utterly captivating. Just as the wheelchair was about to leave the courtyard, he suddenly turned and looked at Gu Pianpian. "If anything... call me."