When Shen Wan placed the slippers in front of Shen Qian, he suddenly reached out and touched her hair.
Shen Wan looked surprised, and even Shen Chunjiang couldn't help but give his son an extra glance.
"There's something there." He reached out and plucked a piece of white lint from his fingertip.
"Thank you, big brother."
"Mm."
Shen Chunjiang nodded approvingly, "I feel reassured after seeing how close you siblings are."
...
10:00 PM.
Late at night, with dimming lights, the old mansion fell into a peaceful slumber.
Shen Wan had just come out of the bathroom, her hair not yet dried, when she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me." Shen Qian.
She opened the door, and in the dimly lit corridor, his eyes shone exceptionally bright, like gemstones refracting light, sparkling.
This wasn't the first time Shen Qian had come to her room, and without waiting for Shen Wan to decline, he entered.
