"Is this important?" Shen Zhixian shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be relaxed.
"Xianxian..."
"I'm going upstairs first, if I'm any later, my porridge will burn, and from now on..." she laughed, "let's not contact each other anymore."
The last few words, when she said them, even her voice was trembling.
Jiang Yanting watched her brush past him and slowly walk upstairs, and it was probably when she reached the second floor that suddenly, her crying, full of breakdown, came down...
She had been forcibly holding back, but now she could no longer keep up the pretense.
With her lips tightly clenched, her sobs still spilled incessantly from the corners of her mouth. As Jiang Yanting stepped up the stairs, her movements became even faster. She sprinted upstairs and quickly opened the door.
"Bang—" The door was slammed shut again, as if dividing them into two separate worlds.
