At three o'clock in the morning, the Lu family mansion looked like a palace sunk into the deep sea. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of your own blood flowing. Gu Wanqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his silk nightgown hanging loosely around his body, and his long dark hair flowing down to his waist. Outside the window, the most expensive manor in Yancheng spread out under the moonlight. The surface of the swimming pool reflected the fine moonlight, like a handful of diamonds sprinkled on it.
