However, Lu Yinxing still went downstairs.
Xia Ye had just made a bowl of sweet dumplings.
Yet, the air was already filled with a sweet aroma.
Lu Yinxing sat down on a chair in the dining room.
Lu Yinxing lowered her head and took a bite of the dumpling.
It had a rose filling; the sweet and sticky texture spread through her mouth, a sweetness she felt she'd never tasted in her life.
Lu Yinxing kept her head down.
Once she sobered up, she suddenly didn't dare to look into Xia Ye's eyes.
Today, Xia Ye was uncharacteristically talkative.
He spoke intermittently about mundane topics.
Yet he didn't mention the earlier incident at all.
This seemed to create an illusion for Lu Yinxing.
It felt like what happened earlier was a dream or perhaps something she imagined.
Or maybe, was the earlier occurrence simply Xia Ye's momentary impulse?
Now he might have calmed down, thought it through, and wanted to act as if nothing happened?
