His hand was suddenly empty; it was the second time today he had deliberately let go of her hand.
She felt an inexplicable tightness in her heart, somewhat distressed.
The car door opened, and he got out.
In the glow of the dashboard lights, his solitary figure was silhouetted, her heart stalled for a moment. She followed him out of the car, only to see him walk towards the villa without waiting for her, his presence exceptionally cold and severe.
Weilan paused, gazing at his retreating back, her mouth opened to speak, but in the end, no words came out.
The two of them ascended the stairs, one after the other.
Lu Hechen took large strides, Weilan keeping up closely behind.
Aunt Fu, in the living room, saw them and respectfully spoke, "Young Master, Young Mistress, you've returned. Would you like something to drink? I can prepare it for you."
