When Tianxing left the kitchen, she saw Yuntian getting a headache from a phone scolding.
She turned around and went upstairs, changed clothes, and headed to the rooftop terrace.
The white swing swayed slightly in the night breeze. She approached, sat on the swing, and looked up at the night sky above.
The moon hid its path, and the stars twinkled in the pitch-black night sky.
The breeze brushed across her face, like the gentle caress of a lover's hand.
Yuntian's parents liked La Ting so much; would they truly accept her in the future?
She sighed softly!
"What are you thinking about?"
Yuntian walked up from behind, looking down at her and spoke.
Sitting on the swing, Tianxing looked up at him, pursing her lips and smiling.
"I was wondering if you're going to have a headache every day from now on."
Yuntian raised an eyebrow, "Gloating?"
The hand resting on the swing suddenly exerted force, sending the swing up.
