Yanni sat quietly on the sofa in the main bedroom on the second floor, gazing out at the night. There were no stars or moon, only a thick darkness.

Yanni looked for a long time until her starry eyes became slightly moist. Keaton came in from the kitchen, bringing her a cup of warm milk. His voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"Drinking something warm will help a bit."

Yanni raised her eyes and looked at Keaton. Instead of taking the milk, she directly asked, "Did you sleep with Denise?"