The villa was dark and lifeless. No one came back. The black, carved flower door had also been quiet for the night.
There was only one lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Under the dim light, no one spoke. There was a moment of silence.
The whole world seemed to be quiet. Only a white cat jumped out of the tall wall of the opposite villa. From time to time, it meowed softly under the night sky.
Mo Jingshen had one hand in his pocket. His quiet, low, and cold voice appeared especially clear in the dim light. "She's back, yet you're avoiding her. Tonight, it's clear that you want to continue being strangers. Why are you still standing here? She has not come back. Do you plan to stand here and wait until she does?"
Furthermore, it was clear that they had only begun to tidy up.
