Jiang Baizhou slightly furrowed his brows, gazing at her focused profile. His lips lightly pressed together, a faint hint of deep meaning flickering in his profound dark eyes. After a brief moment of contemplation, he slowly rose from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled it closed, then drew the curtains. Returning to sit beside Cen Jin, he didn't rush to interrupt her engrossed TV watching. Instead, he glanced at the artistic clock hanging on the wall, seeing the time pointing to eight fifty. He raised his brows, his expression becoming leisurely, as he relaxedly leaned his head against the back of the chair, his gaze alternating between the television and her.