After hearing Yun Bilu's words, Huang Yize's eyes narrowed into crescents. "Am I not usually gentle?"
"No, no. You're quite gentle."
Later, when they were having their dinner, Huang Yize asked if Yun Bilu felt unsafe in a foreign place.
Yun Bilu shook her head. "No, I know this is your house, so I think I'm safe here." However, if he weren't here in the villa with her, she would most likely feel very empty inside.
Even without Yun Bilu's reply, Huang Yize already understood deep down.
That night, a thunderstorm struck around midnight.
When Huang Yize woke up in the middle of the night, he could feel the strong winds blowing in through the cracks in the windows. The wind was damp, and it blew right at him.
He looked out the window. Accompanied by booming thunder, lightning was constantly flashing amidst the downpour.
