Ye Sihan drew down his cold, indifferent gaze, "I never celebrate my birthday."
"Okay." Tang Yu nodded thoughtfully, retracting her head and closing the door.
Ye Sihan's eyes slightly lifted to the closed door, then he glanced toward the computer's date, his dark pupils as deep as an ancient well.
Surrounding him was an abrupt and oppressive silence in the study.
Tang Yu, having nothing much to do, returned to her room and called Li Xue to talk about the kids.
She did not talk for long, fearing that Ye Sihan might suddenly appear.
However, Ye Sihan did not show up all night.
Tang Yu slept alone in the bed, feeling quite comfortable.
The night turned to dawn.
She had breakfast together with Ye Sihan.
Tang Yu occasionally glanced at Ye Sihan's face, indifferent and expressionless.
The dining room was so quiet it felt as if only one person was dining.
Until Ye Sihan stood up and left, Tang Yu had not mentioned when she could leave the Ye Mansion.
