Is it because of Wen Ran?

After Mo Xiuchen ended the call with Wen Jin, he sat on the sofa, calming his emotions for a moment before standing up and heading upstairs.

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom and saw Wen Ran, dressed in her pajamas, sitting in front of the vanity table brushing her hair. The residual emotions in his eyes faded away, replaced by a glimmer of warmth in his deep, pool-like eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Ran turned her head to look at him.

As their eyes met in the fresh air, Wen Ran offered him a gentle smile, speaking softly, "You must be tired after a long day of work. Go take a shower quickly. I have picked out your clothes for you."

A trace of light flickered in Mo Xiuchen's eyes as he walked over, picking up a hairdryer from nearby. His voice was soft, yet devoid of any discernible emotions. "Let me help you dry your hair first."

"No need, I can do it myself."