Fortunately, when Xiang Yuan opened the door and entered the room, his mind was preoccupied, so his pace was slow. By the time he came in, Shi Nian had already run back upstairs.
He only saw Tang Yanqing alone nestled on the sofa, with slightly flushed cheeks, squinting at him.
Xiang Yuan was taken aback: "Yanqing? What are you doing?"
Tang Yanqing hugged his arms, shrugged, and squinted his clear, spring-like eyes, smiling lazily.
"Watching TV. And, in passing, I sneaked a taste of what used to be your delicious treats… Brother Xiang Yuan, I truly regret for you. You once had everything so wonderful, why didn't you cherish it? Why did you have to ruin it all with your own hands?"
Xiang Yuan squinted his eyes, quickly changed into his slippers and walked over.
"Yanqing, what are you talking about?"
