When she returned home, the study light was on. She deliberately made some noise, but he didn't come out, not even to say, "You're back."
Standing outside the door, she looked at the tightly closed study door, then lowered her head and returned to her own room.
Holding that box of chocolates, it felt like a scorching hot potato.
She put it on the bedside table, thinking she would eat it when she was in a better mood.
She took her nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Because it was summer, she wore that white shirt dress, which wasn't very long, just covering her thighs.
Her gaze instinctively went towards the bedside. She hadn't expected much, but a faint glance delighted her—a cup of jujube milk lifted her spirits from the depths to the heights.
After drinking it, she hesitated while holding the box of chocolates. Should she give it to him?
Once the thought occurred, she couldn't suppress it anymore.
She picked up the box and walked to the study door.
