He Yanci returned home after work, his hands full of the things Wen Ruan had wanted to eat when she ordered earlier that morning.
He took a moment to shake off the cold at the entrance, knowing that if he didn’t, their little greedy cat would surely pounce on the food as soon as she saw it.
Thinking of Wen Ruan’s excited expression, He Yanci’s usually cold gaze softened just a little, warmed by the thought of her.
He handed his coat to the servant and, habitually, looked around for Wen Ruan. His eyes scanned the space, but she wasn’t there.
After searching downstairs and not finding her, he made his way to the sunroom.
The sunroom had been renovated by Wen Ruan a couple of days ago, and this was He Yanci’s first time entering since.
As he stepped through the door, the first thing he saw was the spot where he usually brewed tea, and then her writing area on the angled side. Whenever they raised their heads, they could see each other.