Xiu Luo slowly stood up, prepared to step out. But as he took his first step toward the door, he heard a faint sigh.
"Are you… leaving already?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze was lowered, an almost imperceptible hint of disappointment, lashes casting a delicate shadow across her cheeks, her hands folded in her lap as though they held onto words left unspoken. Just earlier her attitude usually calm and unwavering, seemed ever so slightly unsettled.
"Yes," he replied flatly. He could feel her disappointment deepen but he didn't want to impose a burden on her.