Rong Sinan tugged on her lips and led her inside.
.....
At eleven at night, Rong Sinan came out of the study, ready to return to the bedroom to rest, when his eyes unintentionally swept downstairs.
Tang Ruan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding the coat he wore when he went out today, her head down, motionless.
Rong Sinan's clear eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked downstairs.
He went downstairs, walked behind Tang Ruan, and gently grasped her frail shoulders, his voice thick and gentle, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Tang Ruan casually put the coat in her hand onto the sofa, raised her hand to cover Rong Sinan's big hand on her shoulders, looked up, and smiled at him meekly, "Finished with work?"
Rong Sinan nodded slightly, withdrew a hand from behind her, then held her hand, pulling her up from the sofa, gazing at her with elegant features, "It's late, let's rest."
