When she was working in here today, she let the maid in to clean the room. She saw the maid pushing the window open, then closing it. Perhaps it was then that the window had not been closed properly.
Mrs. You pulled the window close and left the room, forgetting to lock the door.
She heard some noise from downstairs. Mrs. You went down and just so happened to catch You Yi. She squinted her eyes and put on a surprised expression. "You Yi? When did you come back?"
You Yi had taken his jacket off, and his shirt was wrinkled. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his well-built forearms. A long, frightening scar lightly traced over his forearm. His face was well into his forties, yet it only grew more attractive with age—even more so than any young, handsome men. A dejected air hug over his head at this moment and his almond eyes were malicious and distant.
"I just came back," You Yi replied tonelessly, "Why aren't you asleep yet, Sis?"
