"Bye-bye without a word, really rude," Cheng Zhu watched Shen Qingning enter the villa and muttered to himself as he stood alone outside.
He wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead he appeared a bit tired and casually found a spot to sit and then lit a cigarette.
His legs spread apart, hands on his thighs, back slightly arched, the cigarette burning at his fingertips.
"Really tired for sure."
"But if someone saw, that would also be good," the dog-like man thought to himself.
Meanwhile, inside the villa, this scene unfolded.
Shen Qingning, having returned home, stood by the window, watching Cheng Zhu outside.
She didn't know what was so interesting about a man sitting at her doorstep smoking, but she kept watching.
She was also silently trying to gauge his mood.
Why didn't he leave?
Why would he sit at my doorstep and smoke?
At this moment, Cheng Zhu seemed to be struggling with his own entanglements and disappointments.
