Ai Yujie dragged her exhausted body back to her rented place. The work intensity of the day was too much; she was like a spinning top, moving everywhere without a moment to rest. Only on the way home, she could properly knead her sore arms.
When she reached the staircase, she saw Andy leaning against her door, looking pensive.
Her heart leaped with joy. Seeing him, her fatigue seemed to vanish. They hadn't met since Su Liuying's wedding. Honestly, she missed him a lot. But she knew that without him appearing on his own, she couldn't find him at all. Now that he was here, that joy overflowed from her heart.
She quickly walked over to Andy, looked up at him, and said with a smile, "Andy, you're here!"
"Yujie, you're back!"
Andy stood up straight, took the keys from Ai Yujie's hand, opened the door, and embraced her as they entered the house together.
"Andy, do you have something on your mind?"
