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Huating.
Shen Zhiyi returned late, and the butler had already finished his chores and returned to his room. Pei Yu, as always, was sitting in the living room waiting for her, perhaps unable to stay awake, his eyes closed in fatigue.
She tiptoed in, choosing not to sit on the sofa next to him but instead sat directly on the carpet beside him. The long-haired carpet was soft and thick, instilling a sense of warmth.
Pei Yu rested his hand on the armrest of the sofa, his head slightly bowed, his unmanaged hair looking fluffy and soft. Two casual strands hung down, complementing his serene expression. Perhaps it was the lighting, but his complexion seemed somewhat pale.
Shen Zhiyi couldn't imagine how violent this face could be when he lashed out at that person during the day; she had never seen such aggression from Pei Yu.
