Entering the bedroom, Zhou Mingchen was lying on the bed, his breathing even, seemingly already asleep.
Xia Lu placed the soup bowl on the bedside table, pondering whether to wake him up now. If she woke him up, he might get angry; if she didn't, the soup might get cold, and he might still be angry later. Thinking this way, it seemed like there were risks no matter what she did.
The top drawer of the bedside table was slightly open, and Xia Lu caught a glimpse inside, noticing something familiar. She reached for the handle, pulled it open, and saw the previously priceless jewelry box starkly laying inside.
"Huh?" Xia Lu leaned closer to Zhou Mingchen to confirm he was in deep sleep and wouldn't suddenly wake up. Then, she gently picked up the jewelry box and carefully opened it.
