Despite some small grievances between them, Shi Nian still took care of Tang Yanqing as she should. The next morning, after waking up, she got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, then changed the water for the dried orange peel she had soaked.
He followed her in with light steps, and she could tell he was standing at the door.
In her mind, she could picture the scene: him leaning against the door frame with folded arms, one foot raised, his toe touching the ground.
A bit lazy, a bit trying to be cool.
She laughed to herself: What's the point of showing off in the darkness if no one can see?
She pretended she didn't know he was there, and continued to carefully change the water. Yet, the image before her grew ever clearer, making her furrow her brow... was she seeing it? And seeing it clearly.
