That Night, Jean came home at eleven in the evening.
He took off his coat and walked slowly into the dim living room. Before turning on the light, he heard footsteps coming upstairs.
Lilia walked out following the man's figure. She stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looked at the man in the living room, and asked sadly, "You came back late, just finished?"
The man put his coat on the back of the sofa and unbuttoned the collar as he walked. "Why are you still up?"
"Waiting for you!" Lilia answered naturally.
Dressed in her pajamas and sleeping robe, she descended the stairs to meet him. The two of them stood on the stairs with the dim light, their eyes collided, and a warm and peaceful atmosphere immediately filled the air.
Lilia stood on the top steps and stared at him.
She stretched out her hand to stroke the creases on her brows, and muttered, "Have you been busy lately?"
