Song Yaoyao fell into a deep sleep and had a series of weird dreams. One moment, she saw her parents and her brother, the next moment, she saw Huo Yunque.

As they mixed in her mind, she almost thought they were from the same world.

When she woke up, the tears in her eyes had dried.

She rubbed her eyes and heard some birds flying outside.

Song Yaoyao walked over and opened the curtains and the window.

In the distance, she saw a slender figure holding onto a broom, sweeping up the fallen leaves.

After the rain, the ginkgo and maple shedded a lot onto the ground. The more they fell, the colder the weather felt.

"Huo Qi?"

Song Yaoyao scratched her head as she leaned out the window. "Hey, Huo Qi!"

Huo Qi, who was sweeping the floor, lifted his gaze. He saw the girl at the window, dressed in a set of pink and white pajamas, looking particularly cute.

"Huo Qi, why are you sweeping today? Where's everyone else?"

She normally saw a lot of the domestic helpers, but today, it was just Huo Qi.

This was not a part of his job.

Huo Qi smiled, even though it looked like he was crying. "The Master gave them the day off, so I am cleaning the entire house today."

Song Yaoyao: "Wow!"

She blinked and sighed.

Behind her, there was a knock. She slipped off the window ledge and waved at Huo Qi. "Good luck, then!"

As Song Yaoyao disappeared, Huo Qi faintly saw a fist waving at him in encouragement

Huo Qi: "..."

Did she leave just like that?!

...

A layer of fog formed on the windows as the sun shone down.

The man sat at the window; the light falling on his shoulders. Wearing a pair of frameless glasses and a clean camel-colored turtleneck sweater; the man had a gentle and polite vibe. Gentle music was playing in the living room and it drifted faintly into the dining room. The man leaned back lazily in his chair. His bony hands were clapping to the beat of the music.

On that winter's day, this scene was ridiculously beautiful.

Elegant, classy, and refined.

His casual appearance made him look like a university graduate without any sense of danger. He looked completely harmless.

No one would dare to believe that the Master Huo, who was capable of stirring up the world with just a stomp of his feet, would look this attractive.

"Small Uncle, good morning."

A roguish voice sounded, followed by a yawn.

Huo Ningxi threw his bag onto his shoulders and stepped into the dining room.

That was when he spotted the petite figure. He was shocked and stood in place, staring ahead in a daze.

"Song Yaoyao, how perverted are you? Are you dazed looking at my Small Uncle again?" he ridiculed as he raised his eyebrows.

Song Yaoyao immediately snapped back to reality with a humph. "Is it any of your business? I'm happy to do it!"

Their conversation attracted the man's attention.

Huo Yunque removed his glasses and waved at Song Yaoyao.

"Gege, good morning~"

The girl's voice was sweet as she jogged over.

"Good morning."

His raspy voice sounded tired.

Song Yaoyao looked at the man, wanting to say something, but she stopped.

His tiredness was obvious, so it was pointless to ask him about it.

"Miss Song, the kitchen prepared some nourishing chicken soup. They added some extra ingredients to it. Drink some."

Uncle Zhang approached Song Yaoyao from behind and put down a bowl of chicken soup.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang~"

"This is my job. How was your rest today, Miss Song?" Uncle Zhang asked thoughtfully as he picked up his tray.