Li Qingran finally heeded Xie Ying'an's words after all. She didn't go to that ancient tree and didn't linger around the park either.
If one were to pinpoint the reason, it was probably because the sky was too gloomy today, and she was afraid it might rain.
Yet, the moment she reached home, Li Qingran received a WeChat message from Xie Ying'an asking whether she had gotten home.
The girl, who had been in a somber mood for a while, couldn't help but let a smile slip when she saw the message.
Her not-so-round eyes curved slightly, but the smile froze on her face the next second as she looked up.
She timidly lowered her head, not daring to make eye contact with Li Qingmo standing at the doorway, and merely murmured, "Brother."
Li Qingmo leaned against the door and watched her for a long time, then flung his backpack onto the sofa with a snort and headed upstairs.
