Outside was the sound of rustling wind and rain. The fluttering raindrops stained the bright and clean glass windows. The light in the room shone with a pale light. The heavy curtain at the side also hung down. Everything seemed so quiet.
After sitting for a while, Wang Xun stopped looking and called out lightly—
"Someone!"
The door opened very quickly. Aunt Shun walked in cautiously and said respectfully, "President Wang?"
As she spoke, her gaze landed on Qi Lei who was on the bed.
"What time is it?" Wang Xun asked.
"It's almost 11 o'clock. It's almost New Year," Aunt Shun replied.
Wang Xun was quiet for a moment. He raised his hand to prop up his forehead. "Even if it's New Year, there aren't any fireworks outside. weren't the previous years quite lively?"