He said nothing.
Not a word. Not a flicker of expression. It was like any other fleeting moment....
He simply turned away from the window and walked back into his quiet room, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft but decisive click.
He didn't want to hear her cry.
He didn't want to remember her face.
Not today. Not ever again. He just went back to sleep.
—
Lu Ting Cheng walked back into the dining room, his steps measured and calm, though a faint coldness still lingered in his narrowed eyes.
Old Madam Lu's gaze immediately shifted to him as he entered, her chopsticks paused over her bowl, "Where did you take her?" she asked quietly, her tone deceptively soft.
Old Master Lu set down his tea cup with a muted clink, his deep-set eyes fixed on his grandson with sharp curiosity, "And more importantly… what was she doing here in the first place? Who allowed her into the house?"
