Mu Yuchen did not go out that day. After Li Si left, he went to the study desk and took the documents from the table that Li Si had arranged. He turned around in his chair and faced the window before him before silently flipping through them.
The weather in New York was not that great that day as it was a rainy day. For it to be a rainy day during this season made it quite cold outside. Water droplets gathered at the glass windows, and when you looked out through the French window, the sky seemed gloomy.
Nevertheless, this did not affect the warmth of the room. The world seemed to suddenly quieten down, so you could occasionally hear pages being flipped or a light cough.
Mu Yuchen was fully focused. When a faint and familiar smell reached his nose and before he could react, a pair of small hands had already gently covered his eyes, so all the scenery was hidden by this pair of fair hands.
Then, the person did not say anything.