The ride to the old residence took an hour and was very quiet. Ning Guiwan sat by the window, her mind in turmoil, unable to settle.
By the time they arrived, it was past midnight. The house was eerily silent. Following Quan Yu into the entryway, she lowered her head to change her shoes. In her peripheral vision, she saw him leaning his left hand on the shoe cabinet as he changed his, his coat draped over his right forearm, tall and slender.
His indoor slippers must have been custom-made. Though the design was simple, it suited his temperament perfectly.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Quan Yu looked over. Amidst the flickering lights and shadows, his eyes were cool yet held a profound depth.
Ning Guiwan raised a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, masking her momentary unease.
Upon reaching the second floor, Quan Yu said, "Go back and get some sleep."
