Upstairs in the bedroom, she found Muyang sitting on the bed and frowning at the clothes laid out before him as if they had somehow offended him.
She walked towards the bed and called him but he was lost in his own world.
"Muyang," she called again and tapped him on the shoulder, "What's wrong, why are you frowning at the clothes?" she asked.
Despite her persistence, he remained silent, cold and calm, like a deadly storm in the middle of the night.
"Muyang?" she softened her voice and touched his face. "Talk to me, talk to your Chi-Chi."
He snorted and chuckled suddenly, as if nothing was wrong and she was imagining his previous prickly attitude. If Chi Lian had to guess, his dark mood probably had something to do with some of his family members that had arrived. She had seen his father languishing in a corner of the house like an unwanted demon.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!