Hearing Nan Wan's words, Mu Jin Huan's well-defined features remained calm as ever, only the darkness in his eyes deepened slightly.
His rough, warm palm cupped the woman's small face, his fingertips gently tracing her jawline as if sketching a priceless painting.
In a low, comforting voice, he said, "You can stay alone at home too. I just need the couch in the living room. The study, bedroom, and conservatory are all for you."
He gave her time to grieve, space to remember Lu Li, but he would not let her remain lost in a trance she couldn't grasp, even though it was right in front of him.
Illusory and ethereal.
After a long time, Nan Wan finally looked up at him, her deep eyes seeming to be holding something back.
Her hand on her lap tightened slightly, pulling her lips into a smile as she softly said, "There's something very important in the apartment, but I can't remember where I put it. I want to look for it."
