Chapter 153

It was still bright when she returned home. Warm, golden sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows and across the living room. The room was empty. Shen Lingjun, long accustomed to Xingyu’s habits, set his things down and walked straight to the corner beneath the stairs. As expected, Xingyu was kneeling on the fluffy carpet, headphones on, intently playing a horror game. The dark, narrow corner was illuminated by the soft light. Her orange-dyed hair looked light and silky in the glow, and her "hime-cut" bangs framed a face that was fair and soft. Beneath her fringe, her large, bright black eyes were striking, the only touch of color being her crimson lips. She looked like a living doll—oddly beautiful and deeply endearing.