In the manor.
When Xiang Yi returned, it was already past nine in the evening.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the living room seemed undisturbed from afar.
The handsome and innocent actor leaned on a wicker chair by the window as he read a book, with the soft and milky cat sprawled across his legs and snoring happily in its sleep.
Xiang Yi felt an inexplicable warmth bloom in her chest.
Since she was young, her older brothers and family members had coddled her. But they had all been too busy to really accompany her.
She possessed their love but also a long lifetime of loneliness.
During the most sensitive days of her adolescence, Xiang Yi had secretly shed tears in finding that nobody was waiting for her after coming home from school.
Thinking back, she always found it kind of funny.
But at this moment, Xiang Yi suddenly felt a stable sense of safety.