When Lin Mu returned to the Qin Zhu Courtyard, it was already evening.
To his surprise, Qin Luoli had prepared several dishes and was eagerly watching the doorway. As Lin Mu entered the living room, her eyes lit up and she walked over.
"You're back?"
Qin Luoli fetched Lin Mu a pair of slippers and even helped him hang up his coat, resembling a doting little wife.
"Thank you." Lin Mu stroked Qin Luoli's head, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.
Despite having lived two lives, Lin Mu had rarely experienced human warmth. In his previous life, he had joined the army for training as a young man. He eventually became the world's number one assassin, walking the blade's edge and struggling on the line between life and death. With an iron-blooded arrogance, he never considered matters of love.
