Shu Yimo had gone home after finishing her classes. When she arrived, the entire villa was very quiet—even the lights in the downstairs hall were turned off, leaving only the dim wall lights.
Even the lights in the study on the second floor were dim, with only the outside chandelier left on.
Shu Yimo hesitated for a moment before putting down the things in her hands, pouring a glass of milk, and then heading upstairs.
She cautiously pushed open the bedroom door, turned on the light, and her gaze swept around the room. It didn't take long for her to spot the man lying with his eyes closed in the wicker chair beneath the bookshelf.
The sudden brightness of the room also roused the man, who opened his eyes as a first reaction.
"What's wrong? Don't you feel well? Why didn't you turn on the lights?"
