Night, Purple Garden Pavilion.
With her black hair casually scattered behind her head, Mu Shanshan, dressed in slightly loose home clothes, reclined on the sofa in the living room. Her posture was graceful, her curves exquisite.
Under the soft lighting of the living room, she resembled a sleeping beauty, making her seem almost inviolable.
Holding the remote loosely, she switched channels intermittently. Although her beautiful eyes were fixed on the LED screen, her mind was clearly elsewhere, glancing occasionally towards the door.
"Miss, it's getting late. Do you want me to call the young master for you?"
Aunt Lan, wearing a plain chiffon apron, asked softly from beside the sofa.
"No need, Aunt Lan. If he doesn't come back, we'll eat by ourselves."
Mu Shanshan gathered her thoughts and sat up straight, turning her head to give Aunt Lan a slight, shallow smile before heading toward the dining room.
