"Wait for me to come back..." Gu Jiao muttered the last four words, her elbow propped on the windowsill, her cheek cradled in her hand as she gazed into the distance.
Why did she feel a bit happy?
Gu Jiao's lips curled into a smile, which she couldn't suppress.
"Hey!"
Gu Chengfeng suddenly came back, hanging upside down from the roof beam like a golden hook, his head dangling outside Gu Jiao's window, almost face to face with her.
The difference was, Gu Jiao's face was the right way up, his was upside down.
Gu Jiao looked at this unwelcome guest who broke the mood, "What now?"
Gu Chengfeng said, "There's something I forgot to tell you, your husband was poisoned at the Imperial College."
Gu Jiao's expression turned cold.
"It's a good thing I got there early, ah, just in time..."
Before Gu Chengfeng could finish speaking, Gu Jiao had already vaulted out the window, supported by one hand on the windowsill.