The next morning, the weather was fine. Leng Mochen returned from his workout and saw Li Si coming downstairs holding Buding.
A white towel was draped around his neck, and his forehead was drenched in sweat. When he looked up and saw Li Si's red, swollen eyes avoiding his gaze, a pang of pain flashed through his heart.
"What happened to your eyes?"
Could it be from crying? He did act wrong yesterday, but was it worth crying over?
Li Si glanced at him without speaking and walked past him with Buding in her arms, heading directly to the dining room.
Meanwhile, Buding played with his little fingers, blinking his big, lively eyes curiously between his dad and mom.
Even he could sense that something wasn't right.
Leng Mochen followed behind Li Si, glancing toward the kitchen where the servants were busy preparing breakfast and tidying up.
