Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

He gazed at Liu Shiyin, her heavy steps standing out starkly in the night, each step seeming to carry a thousand-pound burden. Her eyes were empty and lost, as if the whole world had lost its color, leaving only endless darkness.

Liu Shiyin in this state is like a withered flower in the biting cold wind, evoking pity in people.

Sitting in the sports car, Huo Muchen watched her lonely figure gradually disappear into the distance, and an indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart.

The sports car sped down the street, but Huo Muchen's heart remained on the lonely figure in the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but slow down.

He knew that Liu Shiyin needed more than just care and companionship; she needed a deep affection that could warm her heart. However, he also knew clearly that he was not the one who could bring her that warmth.

Huo Muchen took a deep breath, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

He sped up again, the sports car racing through the night. Liu Shiyin's figure gradually blurred in the rearview mirror, eventually disappearing into the darkness.

When Liu Shiyin returned to the villa, it was already dark.

She quietly entered the living room and saw Huo Muchen sitting upright on the sofa, holding a tablet computer tightly in his hand, looking focused and serious, as if he was dealing with important official business.

The living room lights, like soft moonlight, gently shone on his handsome face, adding to his calm and profound aura.

The silence was shattered by the sudden sound of the door opening.

Huo Muchen raised his head, said nothing, and quietly focused his gaze on Liu Shiyin.

Liu Shiyin felt the sharp gaze lingering on her, and couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head slightly, wanting to say something to break the sudden silence.

"I...I came back after visiting my mother, but I found that there were no more buses running, so I had to walk back. That's why I got back a bit late,"

Liu Shiyin's voice carried a hint of apology and explanation.

Huo Muchen's expression remained cold and stern after hearing this, and he simply spoke in a low voice:

"Now that you're back, let's prepare a midnight snack. I'm hungry."

Liu Shiyin was slightly taken aback, then nodded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Once inside the kitchen, she quickly got to work, opened the refrigerator, took out fresh ingredients, and began busily preparing dinner.

Her movements were skillful and elegant, each step appearing so natural and fluid, as if she were performing a beautiful dance.

Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen, making one's mouth water.

Liu Shiyin meticulously prepared several dishes, including a refreshing and delicious vegetable salad, tender and juicy fish, and braised pork ribs with an enticing color and aroma.

Each dish embodies her heart and effort.

When Liu Shiyin brought the sumptuous meal to the table, Huo Muchen was already sitting at the table waiting.

He looked at the food on the table, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, as if he were acknowledging Liu Shiyin's culinary skills.

"Looks good."

He spoke softly, then picked up his chopsticks and began to savor the dishes on the table.

Liu Shiyin stood beside him, quietly watching him eat, but a strange tension and unease welled up in her heart.

She felt as if she were standing on an unfamiliar stage, and every movement seemed so stiff and unnatural.

"Young Master Huo, please enjoy your meal. I'll go to the kitchen to clean up."

Liu Shiyin finally found a suitable reason and spoke softly, her tone revealing a hint of embarrassment and discomfort.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, secretly relieved, as if she had escaped a suffocating scene.