Shi Yu walked in with light and steady steps, he tested the temperature of the dishes on the dining table with his hand, they had completely cooled down.
The night breeze blew in through the window, brushing the rose petals and emitting a faint fragrance.
The flickering candlelight intertwined with the dim light from the crystal chandelier, creating an indescribable romance.
A warm current seemed to flow through his heart, and ripples formed in his usually calm eyes.
He slowly walked to the sofa, bent down slightly, and looked at the woman sleeping.
Her thin clothes were casually draped over her body, with a silk light quilt beside her, yet it only covered her legs.
In that instant, Shi Yu's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, slightly aching.
He took off his own coat and carefully placed it over Shen Cheng, his movements gentle as if he were handling a porcelain doll.
If he touched too hard, she would shatter.
