In the sunken living room, the gray pillow on the sofa was gone, a cup fewer on the coffee table, and the mask box was missing.
He stood at the doorway and glanced around, silently walking to the door of the side bedroom.
Having just finished a meeting, he was still in a shirt and leather shoes, the kind of expensive glossy black leather shoes, with ankles subtly visible under his suit pants when he lifted his foot.
The leather shoes came to a stop at the side bedroom entrance.
The door to the room was ajar, and he stood there, his gaze just enough to see the person inside.
Mu Qiu was sitting at the foot of the bed packing her suitcase, wearing that white dress he had given her. By the bedside, in her favorite little corner, the colorful sticky notes were gone.
"Knock knock—"
He knocked on the door, waiting for the person inside to agree, before pushing open the door and entering.
Mu Qiu looked up at the person who suddenly appeared at the door, "Brother Cheng?"
