The morning light slipped through the lace curtains of the Old Mansion, bathing the room in a soft gold hue. Shen Linyi lay motionless on the bed, her face buried deep in the pillow. No matter how hard she tried, sleep had refused to come easily after last night.
The image of Gu Liansheng standing at the bathroom door kept replaying in her head. His calm tone, the faint amusement in his eyes, the way he turned his back so quickly as if nothing had happened—it all made her want to scream and hide at the same time.
She groaned, clutching her pillow tightly. She couldn't believe she'd yelled at him like that. And worse, she couldn't believe he'd actually apologized. Gu Liansheng, of all people.
"Cold and arrogant," she muttered to herself. "That's what he is."
But her traitorous heartbeat disagreed, thumping a little too fast when his name crossed her mind.
