The living room lights were off.
At dusk, under the dim evening sky, the man wore his usual black suit. His sharply contoured face was half-hidden in the shadows, showing no expression.
However, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, Su Xingyu instinctively sensed he was upset. Feeling somewhat uneasy, she awkwardly asked, "Why aren't the lights on?" She said this while making her way to the wall to press the switch.
The light burst into brilliance. The cold white light of the post-modern industrial style spread like water, illuminating the clean and simple living room in full view. Only then did Su Xingyu notice the stack of newspapers on the glass coffee table in front of the man, the entertainment section spread open with a bold headline — ['Cloud' Fall/Winter Fashion Week special issue cover leaked, D.B. diamond photographer suspected to be someone else?]
Su Xingyu instantly froze, feeling as if the blood in her veins was going to solidify.
