This place probably gathered all the movies she had ever acted in, some were even friendly cameos that she herself had little recollection of, ranging from her most recent works to those from the very beginning of her career spanning over a decade.
Chi Huan sat at the foot of the bed for a while before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
The man was slicing potatoes into strips.
He was still dressed in black trousers paired with a deep blue shirt, cool and imposing, his figure tall and his demeanor focused. His fingers, too, were clean and beautiful, his movements rhythmic and brisk.
With his status today, it wasn't really appropriate for him to cook anymore, let alone in a formal suit, but there he was, sleeves rolled up, standing in front of the gleaming kitchen counter, exuding a charm that was both contradictory and indescribable.
