November 6.
Rain.
When Qin Manjiang woke up, it was eight thirty in the morning.
After November began, the sun rarely showed itself in Fu City.
Early that morning, cool air slipped under the covers, making Qin Manjiang stretch in contentment.
The coolness was not uncomfortable. Instead, it left his whole body feeling more refreshed.
A light rain fell outside the window. As the saying went, each autumn rain brought another chill; the weather was indeed growing colder by the day.
Over the past month, Qin Manyi had made a home for herself 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.
"There's a puppy in the living room. All your bedroom has is mosquitoes."
That was what she said.
She and Xiaobai wished they had met sooner and became 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.
Qin Manjiang had been living a leisurely life lately.
Mei Sijun had invited him to a musical. He went, and although he could not understand it, Mei Sijun was very happy.
Yang had also invited him over. Qin Manjiang had imagined some luxurious villa or the like, but after going there full of anticipation, he discovered it was only a small courtyard home on the outskirts of Fu City.
He had also been forced to drink two of Yang's latest self-developed functional beverages. They tasted so awful that he nearly stopped breathing.
Chen Zhiyuan had called at one point too, saying that Yang had asked him to