Chapter: 3105

He frowned, his fingers deftly fitting the fragments together, occasionally scratching his head in frustration.

With a deep sigh, he bent even lower, his strong back hunched with the strain, clearly tired but determined. Every so often, he'd pause to stretch, rubbing his back or twisting his neck to ease the tension.

What could he possibly be doing? It was the middle of the night. Why on earth was he sitting alone on the floor, completely absorbed in this mysterious task?

Rachel crept closer, each step deliberate and careful, as if she feared shattering the fragile moment. She stopped just two steps away from him, her breath catching in her throat when she finally saw what he was doing.

Rachel's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Shattered porcelain lay scattered across the floor, surrounding a broken cup.