In her past life, Qin Jiao could never quite figure out Shen Yi's temper. She never knew when he was happy or when he was angry.
His triggers were incredibly complex.
The slightest misstep could set him off, unleashing a veritable tsunami or an earth-shattering quake.
Take now, for instance. She had no idea why Shen Yi was angry again.
'Forget it. If he wants to be angry, let him.'
After saying goodbye to Grandpa Du, Qin Jiao turned and headed home. She needed to pack her things for the start of school tomorrow and also process her withdrawal from the dorm. Her dad had bought her a third-hand, or maybe even fourth-hand, Forever bicycle, which actually rode quite well.
Shen Yi sat on the steps beneath the grapevine. The grapes had mostly been picked, leaving only a few stubborn bunches of green ones, unlikely to ripen this year, hanging from the vine.
