"You came."
"..."
"You shouldn't have come."
Ziping slowly opened her eyes. Her expression was stern, her gaze lowered, holding neither sorrow nor joy, like two bottomless ancient wells.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Xiang Yuan saw in her an unworldly serenity, and seriously suspected she had recently cultivated some method of severing the seven emotions and cutting off the six desires.
Her state of mind had soared!
What decent person was detached from worldly strife? Ziping had clearly suffered some grievance, failed to resist it, hugged herself and cried for a while, then started lying flat.
Outrageous! Who had such nerve as to make Xiang suffer a grievance for his amusement!
Xiang Yuan chuckled inwardly, kicked off his shoes and hopped onto the couch. With a wiggle of his rear, he squeezed in beside Ziping, casually slinging an arm around her shoulders and putting on a righteous face ready to take a knife through both ribs for a friend. "A Ping, who wronged you? Tell me—I'll straighten her out for you."
Hurry up and say it. Who was it? Otherwise, how was he supposed to guess?
And what little shoes had she been made to wear lately? Tell him all of it, so he could have a good laugh.
Ziping shot him a sidelong glance, looked at the hand on her shoulder, then at the animated Xiang Yuan. After a moment of silence, she said, "Is there a possibility that you've always been in contact with Eldest Senior Sister, and deliberately put me in the middle just to have some fun?"
"What makes you say that?"
Xiang Yuan grinned playfully. Today's Ziping was unlike her usual resentful self. She seemed to have attained some realization; her whole person carried the detached calm of someone who had seen