"You said you were injured, so of course I came." Qiao Yuxian said.
"Why?" Yan Ting asked.
Qiao Yuxian suddenly went silent, stopped speaking, and turned around to continue tidying up the coffee table.
Yan Ting continued watching her back.
After a while, he stood up.
Qiao Yuxian looked at him.
Yan Ting went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of milk, and placed it on the coffee table.
Then he pulled out a handful of candy from his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table.
Qiao Yuxian looked at his torn clothes, resembling a beggar who had just gone begging on the street, got nothing, and took a beating.
She picked up the milk, unscrewed it, glanced at the candy on the table and said, "It's almost midnight."
"So what?" Yan Ting sat on the sofa in his tattered clothes.
"Eating at night causes cavities." Qiao Yuxian said, but still took a candy, peeled it, and popped it into her mouth, "You said it."
"Are you still a child?" Yan Ting said.
