Is your offer still on the table?

Chen Lin let out a weary sigh as she shut the door behind her, the quiet of the hallway settling over her like a weight. She stepped into the elevator, her exhaustion pressing down on her with every passing floor. All she wanted was to get home and find comfort in the familiar presence of Wu Yuxuan.

There was something about him—something that made her feel safe, at ease, like she could finally let her guard down. But knowing he was buried in work, dealing with business matters, she resigned herself to returning home alone.

All she craved was the quiet solitude of her bed, the chance to rest her mind, but a part of her knew that wouldn't be enough.

She needed something more—something to keep her thoughts from spiraling.

She usually turned to her violin when her mind was restless, but her instrument was still at the Chen Estate, and she didn't have the energy to go back for it.