14 Come to My Home (2/2)

By the time Mo Han had driven her back to his place, it was already four in the morning.

He switched on the lights quickly as the girl surveyed her surroundings. The first impression she had of his home was one that it was cold and bleak, just like him. The gray and white color scheme was very minimalist. His home was very clean and even the wooden flooring had very little dust, but it was empty and there were very few decorative items.

After a cursory glance, she knew he was rarely at home. She felt like she had entered a workaholic's home.

”In a moment you can sleep here in this guest room. If you are cold, the blankets are all inside the cupboard.” Mo Han opened a door and explained to her.

”My room is next to yours. If there's anything you need, you can let me know.”

After saying this, Mo Han glanced at her once again and paused for a while. ”Why don't you get changed. If you don't mind, you can wear my clothes first.”

The girl stared down at her own crumpled, gray, blood-spotted top and blue-and-white hospital bottoms. She did not retort, for even she did not want to wear such a depressing outfit.

”In the morning I'll have to go to the office. You can take a rest first. We can have a proper discussion about your problems again in the evening when I'm back.”

The girl did not speak, paying attention to his every word. At that moment, she had no reason to dispute him.

Mo Han took out a long-sleeved cotton top and long pants which he seldom wore and passed it to her. ”So that's that. Get some sleep first.”

Mo Han closed the door and left when he heard her call out to him. ”Um... thanks.”

She looked at herself, a small smile creeping across her mouth as she spoke with a very sincere voice.

From the time he had first met her, he had never once seen her smile.