November 6.
Rain.
When Qin Manjiang woke up, it was eight thirty in the morning.
Since November began, the sun had rarely been seen in Fu City.
Early that morning, cool air slipped under his covers, making Qin Manjiang stretch comfortably.
The chill was not unpleasant. Instead, it left his whole body feeling refreshed.
A light rain fell outside the window. As the saying went, each autumn rain brought another chill; the weather really was growing colder by the day.
Over the past month, Qin Manyi had made herself at home in the living room. She felt no discomfort at all, and even after Qin Manjiang tidied up his bedroom for her, she refused to move in.
"The living room has a puppy. Your bedroom only has mosquitoes."
That was what she said.
She and Xiaobai wished they had met sooner and had become companions. After a month together, the little yellow dog was already more familiar with her than with Qin Manjiang.
Mi Qiao was not an eccentric person either. The two got along very well and had even arranged to go shopping together on Mi Qiao's day off.
During this time, Qin Manjiang had led a leisurely life.
Mei Sijun had invited him to a musical, and he went. Though he could not make sense of it, Mei Sijun was very happy.
Yang had also invited him over to his home. Qin Manjiang had expected some sort of luxurious villa and went over full of anticipation, only to discover a little courtyard on the outskirts of Fu City.
He had also been forced to drink two of Yang's latest homemade functional drinks. They tasted so awful that he nearly passed out.
Chen Zhiyuan had called once during that time too, saying Yang had asked him to help Qin