The sky was about to come to rest, the dusk slanted.
There were packed boxes in the yard, not yet varnished, but meticulously crafted and sturdy. There was also an unfinished cane, perhaps because Wei Shouzhong was in a hurry to leave at that time.
Yu Tingwan sat on the ground leaning against the door for as long as Wei Zhao watched her from the side.
Maybe he got tired of watching, and Wei Zhao said slowly, "You..."
She was annoyed, glaring at him fiercely: "Spit it out!"
"You're blocking my way."
He wanted to go out?
Originally, Yu Tingwan thought Wei Zhao came out to see because of the noise, and was somewhat comforted by this. But her smile faded.
As expected, this Wei Shen isn't the considerate type!
She asked suspiciously, "It's freezing outside, what are you going out for?"
Wei Zhao listlessly didn't respond to her.
Yu Tingwan frowned: "If you catch a cold, you'll be the one suffering. Go back."
