Jin wheeled the bags in her room the next day and stopped. His expression was sulking the entire time he was driving and now as he was dragging his feet to her room. He was walking so deathly slowly that even Ren Cuifen was concerned.
"Are you feeling sick, dear?"
He had tried his best to smile. "I'm fine, Aunt."
Mui squinted her eyes. "Don't tell me you are already missing sis? Seriously? It's just one week!"
He glared. "It's ONE week, not 'just' one week, okay!"
She rolled her eyes.
At present, Jin's hand was still on the bag's handle, refusing to let it go.
Alix folded her arms. "What are you so concerned about? One week will pass by in a jiffy."
A look of hurt flashed across his eyes. "You mean to say that you won't miss me? I'll already die the moment I step out of this room!"
"That's extreme. Don't die. Who would be the groom then?"
He gasped. "It really doesn't look like you will miss me at all!"
