Evening.
Yu Chiyin stepped into the twilight, his figure tall and straight, his demeanor noble and refined, approaching slowly like a scene from a breathtaking painting.
On the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor, a delicate silhouette stood in silence.
Lu Fengxuan spotted him from afar as he walked from the gate, his figure drawing ever closer. Despite the distance, she envisioned his face, his expression, in her mind.
She thought to herself, his expression upon returning home should be gentle, with a gleam in his dark eyes, his footsteps light.
Gradually, he drew nearer, reaching downstairs.
She saw his face clearly, the slight upward curve of his lips, felt his mood, and her own mouth curved in response.
Suddenly, Yu Chiyin stopped in his tracks and looked up toward the second floor.
At the moment his dark eyes met Lu Fengxuan's, a sparkle flashed within them, like stars appearing in the night sky.
