When she returned home in the evening, Xia Weibao saw Lu Hualiang sitting on the sofa in the living room, his brow furrowed tightly.
Xia Weibao was a bit surprised. Usually, when she came home, either he hadn't gotten off work yet or he was in the study having a meeting.
It was rare to see him absent-minded in the living room.
Upon seeing her return, Lu Hualiang reached out his hand to her.
Xia Weibao was puzzled but still walked over.
Lu Hualiang held her in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, inhaling her fragrance, but he said nothing.
Xia Weibao sensed that something was on his mind, yet she didn't ask, just quietly sitting on his lap.
Nobody moved; they maintained this posture for nearly half an hour before Lu Hualiang let her go.
Infected by his mood, Xia Weibao also grew solemn.
"Did something happen?"
Lu Hualiang didn't speak; he just kept staring at her face, wondering who she really was.
