The night was silent, and the vintage curtains exuded a sense of heaviness and gloom under the light.
The only sounds in the study were the turning of pages and the occasional tapping of the keyboard, with a straight silhouette on the wall stretched by the light.
Sofia stood at the doorway of the study, quietly observing everything. After a long while, she left satisfied. She walked down the long hallway and finally entered her bedroom, comfortably lying on the sofa.
"Miss, the young master has been back for half a month already, and his attitude towards you remains lukewarm. Shouldn't we think of something?" Anna smiled ingratiatingly.
Sofia fiddled with her exquisitely done nails, letting out a cold snort, "Fool, isn't it good for him to stay by my side like this? What do you mean, think of something?"
"I mean, let the young master and miss get married sooner! Isn't that what you've always desired?"
