Behind her, the door was silently pushed open by someone.
A pair of hands reached over, picking up a few parts from her feet and effortlessly assembling them together.
She looked up and saw Lu Shifeng. By then, the sunset had completely disappeared below the horizon, leaving only a distant, faint red glow outside the large floor-to-ceiling window. Lu Shifeng's silhouette was subtly outlined by this faint red, appearing exceptionally mysterious in the quiet.
She lowered her head again.
Lu Shifeng handed the parts in his hands to her, saying, "Why are you so temperamental? I can't even say a few words to you now."
She didn't take it and replied in a muffled voice, "Anyway, in your eyes, whatever I do is wrong. Everything has to follow your command. Am I your puppet, ready to be criticized whenever you're slightly dissatisfied?"
Lu Shifeng did not speak further, sitting beside her as he slowly pieced together the scattered parts on the floor.
