Yu Heng was very disdainful of her habit of staring at people, and after finishing breakfast with a heavy heart, he sat aside to check Yu Yue's homework, out of sight and out of mind.
Being a holiday, there was nothing else to do, so Yu Xia took Xie Qingci back to her room again — with the door left open as usual.
Xie Qingci sat down on the only chair, and Yu Xia perched on the table, facing him, and said:
"Did you hear what I was talking about with my brother just now?"
He nodded with his head propped up: "I heard. What's up?"
"Although it's all in the past, I plan to tell you a bit about me and Xi Heng."
Xie Qingci's expression darkened, and he turned his head away: "I don't want to hear it."
Yu Xia cupped his face and turned his head straight: "You have to listen even if you don't want to."
She took off her fluffy slippers and, with socks on, placed her feet on his lap as support, narrating plainly despite his struggle:
