The door of the study was not close at all. There was a warm orange light in the crack. She walked barefoot to the door and could see the leaf reading ink through the crack.

She stood and admired the man who was reading. The orange light was projected on his flax jacket. His hair was black and shining, showing a charming and warm glow in the light.

Down, his bony left hand rests on his knee, his nails are clean, and his index finger occasionally taps on his knee.

Suddenly, his movements stopped and his lips turned over.'Why don't you come in?'

Ding Yi pushed the door in, with...