Yan Sijue paused, then smiled wryly.
He wiped her tears while laughing, "You rarely get so sentimental."
She burst into laughter through her tears, "Are you saying I've always been careless?"
"Isn't that right?" His gaze grew more tender, "But, I like you being carefree."
"I'm not talking to you anymore." She climbed off him and ran towards the beach.
The sun had set.
The evening glow dyed the sky and sea red, Yan Sijue watched her slender back as she ran, somewhat absentminded, and gradually, the curve of his lips took on a hint of bitterness.
...
The next day, the four of them gathered at the dining table for breakfast.
The atmosphere was very warm. Lan Yueru was taking care of Xiaoze the whole time, and Mu Yiliang saw the man across from her not eating much, so she handed him some toast.
Only then did he take it and began to eat elegantly.
