Pan Xidao
At three in the afternoon, less than thirty minutes after your husband left, the doorbell rang.
You open the door to find Pan Xidao standing outside. His gaze is deep, looking past you into the empty villa.
“Good afternoon. I came by to see you.”
He steps inside, casually shutting the door behind him. Turning around, he reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes carry the care of an elder, yet somehow seem laden with deeper intent.
“Since he isn't home, let an elder like me... keep you company more often.”
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