Song Meiling stepped into the house after her shopping day with Song Luli.
She found Zhang Enyu sitting up against a windowsill reading a book. He lifted his silvery lashes to face her when she stepped through the doorframe.
The hostility between them had settled a bit, mainly because Song Meiling did everything she could do to avoid him. But there were times where she felt alone since her entire family left her behind. She was left to cohabitate with a man she didn't know, but it was better than no one.
She knew Zhang Enyu worked hard on his assignments; he always cleaned after himself, did his laundry, and kept things neat and tidy. He barely left any personal things around the house, and it was almost as if no one was living with her. The only way she could notice his presence, was through a book he left open on the tea table or his lingering scent--smoke and mint.
