When Shen Qian arrived home, it was already the wee hours of the morning.
A wall lamp in the living room cast a faint, warm glow in the darkness, creating a dim halo.
Shen Qian changed into slippers and walked to the staircase. Unexpectedly, he heard a soft rustling sound coming from the kitchen. He casually draped his coat over the railing and followed the sound.
As he passed through the dining room, he could vaguely see some light. When he entered the kitchen, he discovered that the refrigerator door was wide open, and a slender figure was standing in front of it. The person had their back to the entrance, vigorously trying to unscrew the cap of a mineral water bottle.
Shen Wan paused, suddenly sensing the gaze from behind. She abruptly turned around, only to be met with the deep eyes of a man.
Their eyes locked, and neither of them spoke.
