Lu Jinchen stepped out of the black luxury car, a rare softness brushing across his face. In his arms, he held a bouquet of deep red camellias, each bloom carefully selected, perfectly arranged. The evening wind was gentle, brushing against his tailored suit and tousling a few strands of his hair.
But he didn't notice. All he could think about was her.
Would she smile when she saw the flowers? Would her eyes soften just a little? Maybe she'd say nothing. He chuckled, shaking his head, and walked towards the mansion. His footsteps were quick with quiet excitement, and a kind of nervous energy was bubbling inside his chest.
This was new to him—this vulnerability, this hope. But for her, he was willing to try. He was willing to risk it.
Housekeeper Xu opened the door and bowed politely. "Young Master, welcome home."
Lu Jinchen gave a light nod, his mood surprisingly light. "Where's Madam?"
