Yu Ruohuan cast a provocative glance at Mei Qingdai before sitting down, pointing to the seat beside her, and said to Gu Bichen, "What are you standing there for? Sit down."
The young man's hand hung by his side, clenched tightly. His handsome face was emotionless, but a faint vein throbbed on his temple.
Anyone with eyes could see that there was definitely something going on between these two.
Yu Ruohuan tilted her head back and smiled at Gu Bichen, then extended her hand. Between her fingers hung something bright yellow—a knitted sunflower pendant.
The pendant swayed lightly between her fingers. Yu Ruohuan took pleasure in observing the suppressed expression on the young man's face and smiled even more tenderly.
Gu Bichen remained silent, walked over, and sat beside Yu Ruohuan.
Yan Lu rubbed her eyes, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the item in Yu Ruohuan's hand.
