Mo Tingshen turned up the brightness on the lamp and took a pair of slippers from the cabinet by the door.
"Why did you come here barefoot? Even though it's getting warmer, you're not in good health, so you should pay more attention," he said.
"Brother..." Chu Yao looked at the man half-kneeling in front of her to help her with her shoes, her voice frail, "are you going to leave again after you've returned?"
"Hmm?"
Mo Tingshen lifted his head, his hand that had been holding her foot now casually resting on his knee. At this angle, Chu Yao's face was bathed in the light and shadows, looking even paler than the light itself.
He smiled with his eyes curved, raising his hand to ruffle her hair, "When Suizhi and I are not at home, does our little Xiao Yao get bored?"
Chu Yao bit her lip, trying to say something but choked it back; tears in her eyes seemed to multiply. She turned her head away, her lip quivering slightly as she held back her tears.
