Central Star, second-floor study in Lu Villa.
Lu Shinian glanced at the disconnected communication, intertwining his fingers, gently rubbing his thumbs against his tiger's mouth.
His eyes lowered, casting shallow shadows in his eye sockets, as if draping his entire person in a shadow.
The study was very quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear his own breathing.
The deathly silence spread.
The sky gradually brightened outside, and only then did Lu Shinian slowly stand up and walk out.
Reaching the bedroom door, he gently pushed it open; Su Ruan was still sound asleep.
He walked over with light steps, his whole body chilled.
After standing in the room for a while and barely warming his body, he lay back down, pulling Su Ruan into his arms.
Su Ruan instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling against his chest murmuring, "Cold."
