"Okay, thank you, sister-in-law."
Seeing Lu Zhiwei leave, Shen Jinmo was about to get up and go back to his room when Shen Shuyuan called out to him, "Brother... stay with me, I'm a little lacking in inspiration."
Shen Jinmo glanced at her, "I'm here, and the noise will only make you less inspired."
Shen Jinmo got up and went back to his room without any emotion.
The moment the door slammed shut, Shen Shuyuan gripped her pen tightly, wishing she could snap it in two.
A fierce wind raged through the night.
The old doors and windows creaked and groaned in the wind.
Shen Shuyuan couldn't stand such harsh conditions for a moment longer, but her brother insisted on staying in such a place for Lu Zhiwei's sake.
"don't want--"
The old house had poor sound insulation, and several nightmare-inducing roars suddenly came from Shen Jinmo's room.
Shen Shuyuan heard Lu Zhiwei's name.
He immediately put down his paintbrush and sent Lu Zhiwei a message: "Sister-in-law, I'm finished."
Then, she got up and opened Shen Jinmo's door.
In the pitch-black room, a strong wind blew in through the window, and outside there was lightning and thunder.
He was curled up at one foot of the bed, clutching his head, his face contorted in pain.
Shen Shuyuan deliberately left the door ajar, ensuring that sounds from inside the room could reach the living room.
Lu Zhiwei, who had been waiting for Shen Shuyuan's design draft, hadn't slept at all. After receiving Shen Shuyuan's WeChat message, she put on a pajama jacket and went out of the room.
Shen Shuyuan had already sat back on the sofa. Her eyes, which had been closed up all night, showed a few dark circles, and her face was full of fatigue.
Upon seeing Lu Zhiwei, she immediately perked up, stood up, and handed the drawing to her.
Lu Zhiwei took the drawing and looked at it carefully for a few moments.
"Lu Zhiwei... I hate you."
A familiar murmur drifted into Lu Zhiwei's ears from the next room.
The movement of holding the drawing paused slightly.
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