Feng Yihuan sat on the ground, pulled her legs up, and hugged her knees with her hands.
She thought of the words she had just said and belatedly began to feel afraid.
Was she crazy? How could she say it out loud?
How would she face her second brother in the future?
Feeling somewhat defeated, she tugged at her hair, not knowing what to do. She had never felt so chaotic.
About ten minutes later, Feng Yihang returned.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl leaning against the edge of the door, looking somewhat forlorn.
That gaze was like a wounded stray cat's, making one feel heartache.
Feng Yihuan was somewhat dumbfounded; why did her second brother come back?
Feng Yihang had packaged some dishes to bring back for her, he couldn't just let her eat instant noodles.
She hadn't eaten lunch, she would be hungry.
He placed the meal box on the table and then walked over, noticing she was still sitting there, dumbfounded.
