As Lu Zhonian returned home, Song Nian was coming down the stairs.
The night was cool and drawn-out. She walked barefoot on the marble floor, head down, seemingly searching for something.
Lu Zhonian walked in from the entrance hall, casually handing his suit jacket to the butler beside him. He approached Song Nian, his voice tinged with resignation, "What are you doing?"
Song Nian, not lifting her head and wholly focused, said, "The brooch you gave me is missing."
Lu Zhonian picked her up without a word and headed upstairs.
Finally, Song Nian slowly raised her eyes, looking at Lu Zhonian's consistently cold, indifferent face through the dim, tepid light.
She blinked, her voice soft, "Why did you come back early?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't know that you're again ignoring the doctor's advice, right?" His tone was steady, all emotion dulled to near obscurity.
