In the dim room, Wu Xuan's dark figure sat with his legs crossed at the edge of the bed, his large hands covering his face, looking toward the door at the sound of footsteps.
The female, having just experienced intimacy, leaned against the doorframe while entering, her snow-white face flushed with redness, her eyes full of lingering mist as she raised them...
Wu Xuan had been eavesdropping for a few days, tormented to the point where he couldn't sleep. Now facing her in this state, he felt a dull ache in his heart.
He chose not to approach her, instead avoiding her gaze as if escaping.
In the silent cabin, Wen Shu caught the loneliness in his eyes, her long lashes trembled slightly, instantly understanding that he might have heard something from the next room.
A strong sense of guilt and heartache overwhelmed any feelings of shame.
