By the time Xia Weiwei finished the pendant, the afternoon sun had begun to sink behind the mountain.
Golden light entered the studio through the windows and fell across the velvet box in her hands.
Mo Shian closed his laptop and organized the documents he had brought from the company. Although he had spent most of the day monitoring her, he had also completed every urgent task without interfering with her work.
Weiwei appreciated that.
He had been frightened by her collapse, yet he had not stopped her from returning to the stone once Gu Yan's preliminary tests showed no known danger. His presence had occasionally felt excessive, but she understood that his concern came from almost finding her lifeless on the studio floor.
"Are you finished for today?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then let's go downstairs."
Weiwei placed the velvet box inside a drawer.
Mo Shian glanced at it but did not ask again when she intended to give it to him.
