Mrs. Tian poked her head out and looked at the darkness behind Dugu Xiang. It was getting dark, why has the young lady not come back yet?
Dugu Xiang followed Tian Sao's gaze and looked out the door, put away his gaze, and raised his foot toward the dining table.
Mrs. Tian picked up the white jade porcelain bowl and served the rice, and handed it to Dugu Xiang, "Young Master, do you want to take down the vegetables that the young lady loves? Let's wait until the young lady comes back and then heat up."
"Need not."
With a slam, the door was opened and two men in work clothes walked in carrying a beige indoor rocking chair.
"Mrs. Young Madam, you are back." Mrs. Tian hurriedly stepped forward and took the bag and shopping bag from Ye Kui.
"Sister Tian, take them up and put this chair in the room for me." Ye Kui changed his boots, rubbed his painful toes, and then picked up the pair of pink slippers on the entrance and replaced them.
Standing up, she met Dugu Xiang's gaze straight, and she closed her eyes calmly.
clatter--
clatter--
clatter--
She took off her coat and slowly sucked a pair of pink slippers and walked towards the dining table.
Pulling the chair open and sitting slowly, she put one elbow on the table and picked up the chopsticks with the other hand.
Under the dazzling crystal chandeliers, on the long dining table, there are dishes with full color and fragrance.
The crystal clear light scattered on the table and projected on the two people sitting face to face.
In the dark night, black is spreading, and in the villa, the quiet and cold breath begins to penetrate the air bit by bit...
The dishes on the table looked so delicious, but only after hearing the sound of chopsticks moving a few times, it became quiet and there was no sound again.
The shallow breathing smelled cold and overflowed.
Bang!
The chopsticks fell on the ceramic wrist and a crisp sound was raised on the quiet dining table, but suddenly it seemed so abrupt.
Dugu Xiang put the chopsticks on the table, picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth as thin as a knife, stood up, took a step, and walked towards the spiral ladder without looking back.
His eyes fell on the pair of chopsticks opposite him. Ye Kui's original move of reaching out to pick up food stopped in the air.
Slowly retracting her hand, she placed the chopsticks on the table, picked up the napkin, and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth.
Standing up, she walked up the spiral ladder.
Pushing open the door, she stepped on the blanket with barefoot feet, and her little feet, which were grinding with water, touched the plush piece. It felt soft and touching, but she still felt the heart-wrenching pain that made the soles of her feet.
Dugu Xiang was not in the room, which made her feel relieved inexplicably.
He walked to the rocking chair and sat down, hugged the beige pillow in his hand, curled up his body, and hid himself in the rocking chair.
The beige swaying presents a design that looks like a bird's nest, semi-circular design, hollow carvings, the whole swaying is simple and elegant, but it does not lose the European romantic atmosphere. Ye Kui is wearing a white slim wool skirt and curls her body and lies in the rocking chair.
Inside, the curly hair was scattered on the cushion of the furry white blanket behind her, and inadvertently exuding a light and faint laziness.
The layers of floor-to-ceiling curtains scattered on the ground like waves rose with the breeze. Outside the open floor-to-ceiling windows, a ray of moonlight was cast. In the dark night in winter, the sky was dark.