Yun City was engulfed in a damp and continuous rain.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Qin City, it was yet another hot and stifling day.
Late at night, Mr. Yang woke up from a daze to find the night light shining dimly at both the head and foot of the bed, but the quilt at his side was long empty, with no sign of his wife.
He was momentarily confused, instinctively telling himself that his wife had gone to the bathroom.
But then, accompanied by the rustling noise outside, he seemed to be electrified, his eyes instantly widening as he jumped out of bed!
It was too sudden, causing his eyes to go dark for a moment, but fortunately, he was in good enough health to manage.
As he slipped on his slippers and dashed out of the room, he saw, unsurprisingly, a long-haired woman wearing a nightdress leaning against the kitchen island near the fridge, holding half a fuzzy peach in one hand and admiring the fountain and lawn outside.
