In the evening, when Fu Yinli returned, he saw her still sitting in the courtyard brewing tea.
The courtyard lights weren't on, her fragile silhouette melted into the surrounding dimness, if not looked closely, she couldn't be seen at all.
He silently turned on the lights, and turned to scold the two maids.
"In the future, when it's dark, all the lights in the house must be on."
His cold voice carried a tone of anger, with a stronger presence than any prior time, chilling to the bones.
The two maids shook with fear, "Sorry, sir, we were just in the kitchen cooking, didn't notice whether the lights were on or not, we'll be more attentive in the future."
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere instantly plunged into a suffocating silence.
Fu Yinli turned and sat on the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
Rising smoke highlighted his sharply defined face, especially somber, with eyes as deep as a lake, allowing no light to penetrate.
