The dinner was uncomfortable for everyone present. Lin Tianhao made a token effort to initiate conversation at the beginning, but soon everyone started eating in silence.
After dinner, Lin Yue returned to her own room. Lying on the bed, she reached out to the empty space beside her, a space she wasn't used to being vacant. When had she grown so accustomed to the constant presence of that familiar figure? Lin Yue buried herself in the bed, and realized, despite only having been separated for a few hours, she was already missing him.
Likewise, in the Zhuo Family residence, within the bedroom, Zhuo Xiangqiao lay on his back, staring fixedly at the ceiling. He turned restlessly, and buried his face on the side of the bed Lin Yue usually slept, finding some solace in the lingering scent on the pillow that calmed his agitated mood.
