Mianmian walked downstairs in her slippers to avoid the cold, her robe wrapped tight around her as the wind slipped in through the smallest cracks. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the streetlamp outside.
She moved toward the front window to draw the blinds and paused.
She hadn't closed them earlier.
Just as she reached for the cord, she froze.
There was a shadow by the window.
Her breath hitched, heart stuttering. She took a careful step back, her fingers tightening around the edge of the window frame.
But then the figure shifted under the light.
Familiar.
When he turned, her shoulders sagged with a sigh.
Lu Yanchen.
She hurried to the door and pulled it open, the hinges clicking softly in the silence.
"Mr. Lu…"
