Su Yan first knocked on the door, but no one responded.
Then, she reached out and pushed open the door.
A simple setup.
Black and white tones.
A sense of low-key luxury and abstinence hit her.
Especially that big black bed.
It seemed to match Song Yujing's personality particularly well.
She heard sounds coming from the bathroom.
Su Yan walked into the room and stood at the doorway, without finding a place to sit down.
Looking at his room, everything was tidy and neat, reflecting the seriousness of someone with OCD and a cleanliness obsession.
She waited for the bathroom door to open.
The person walked out of the bathroom.
Wearing a white bathrobe and drying his hair.
When he saw Su Yan standing in the room, his steps paused.
His brows furrowed.
"Anything?"
A cold voice sounded.
Su Yan
"We are husband and wife, shouldn't we be sleeping in the same room?"
Song Yujing was silent for a moment
"It was you who chose to live apart."
