The living room fell silent for a moment. Yan Luoxi picked up her teacup and took a sip. She looked at Xiaolian, who was a bit nervous across from her, and asked, "Xiaolian, what do you want to tell me?"
Ever since Xiaolian realized Fu Lun's abnormal behavior, her mind had been full of things. But now, facing Yan Luoxi, she just couldn't get the words out. "Nothing, nothing at all, I just wanted to talk to you."
Yan Luoxi, seeing her heavy-hearted expression, was slightly worried. "Xiaolian, did something happen to you?"
Xiaolian was startled, meeting Yan Luoxi's concerned gaze, she shook her head more vigorously. "No, no, no, nothing's happened to me, I'm fine, Sister Luoxi, I haven't had a chat like this with you in a long time, so I just felt a bit sentimental."
Xiaolian nervously gripped the teacup tighter, as if she might crush it if she applied any more force. Her heart was in turmoil; Fu Lun's odd behavior, she instinctively felt, shouldn't be shared with Yan Luoxi.
