She couldn't use someone who genuinely cared for her as a shield for her own sake.
Ning Yanan looked at the congee in front of her and suddenly lost all her appetite.
"Click—"
The sound of the door lock being opened startled her; she turned around and saw Mo Xiyan holding her house keys, walking towards her.
"I was afraid you might not be awake when I got back, so I took the keys from your bag. You're not thinking there's a thief in the house, are you, looking at me like that?"
"No, I thought you had already left."
Ning Yanan stood still, somewhat surprised by his presence.
"I had gone, but see, I've come back."
Mo Xiyan placed the keys on the living room table, took off his coat, and walked into the kitchen.
Seeing the untouched congee in the pot and then glancing at the bowl in Ning Yanan's hand, he furrowed his brows.
"You haven't eaten anything this late?"
"I was just about to eat," Ning Yanan said awkwardly, gesturing to her bowl.
