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A yawn-filled voice suddenly came from inside the house.
Fang Zhixing's spirit froze, and his expression instantly tightened.
With a creak,
Wang Jiayun opened the door.
At that moment, her hair naturally fell loose, a nightgown draped over her shoulders, her visage in the flickering lamplight taking on an additional sense of hazy beauty.
She looked at Fang Zhixing, her eyes sparkling, and said with a smile tinged with shyness, "Hero, what brings you here so late?"
Fang Zhixing's face had already returned to normal as he replied with a faint smile, "Actually, there's nothing urgent. I noticed the sky looks a bit overcast and feel like it might rain tomorrow. I wanted to let you know that if it rains heavily, we won't be leaving."
Wang Jiayun hummed in response, nodding, "The roads are slippery when it rains, and the path can become muddy; indeed, it won't be good to travel."