Jean's Messy Feelings

After replying to Harold's message, Lilia held her cellphone and looked at the man standing by the window.

Since entering the house, he has been standing by the window staring at the thick night without saying a word, looking absolutely mesmerizing.

In the transparent and bright living room, they were very close, and Lilia could even see his shoulder line as he breathed.

But even at such a close distance, the atmosphere around them seemed suspended.

She stared at Jean's back for a moment, thinking of a topic to break the silence.

Before she could say anything, the man turned around and looked at her calmly. "Hurry and rest."

Lilia's clear eyes showed traces of loneliness, and she nodded reluctantly. "How about you?"

"I have something else in the study that I need to work on. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me." The man slowly stood in front of her, put his thumb on her cheek, and gently rubbed it.