A Delicate Soul

Si You's soft scoff nearly made Qian Chongguang choke on his breath.

Isn't your mockery a little too obvious, kid? Chen Guanqun thought.

Yet Si You did not even glance this way, his fingers flying across the screen.

[Oh my, these flowers are blooming beautifully. The two on the far right are even twin blossoms. To suit the occasion, look—the tableware is for two, even the shadows are two people. Such a wonderful omen!]

Fang Jin: "..." You really knew how to be sarcastic.

After mocking them, Si You gave a derisive hum and looked up, only to find everyone staring at him. He could not help looking surprised. "What?"

Director Zou said, "Nothing. Were you arguing with someone?"

"Not exactly," Si You said. "I was firing unilaterally."

Director Zou nodded. "All right." Then he continued discussing the scene with Qian Chongguang.

Qian Chongguang nearly ground his molars to dust.

But Si You only struck once. As he had said before, it was someone else's path, and he had no right to interfere. Fang Jin was not stupid, either.

Lu Jiatang had indeed shamelessly stayed another night at Fang Jin's home. When asked why, he said it took six hours to drive here from Lindu. When asked again, he said he would drive back overnight and not sleep. Even setting aside his private feelings, Fang Jin was worried Lu Jiatang might lose focus and drive straight into a tree.

Sigh... Sometimes Fang Jin hated himself. Could he not just bundle up this indulgence and attachment he had toward Lu Jiatang and throw it far away? But the truth was that Lu Jiatang's silent companionship and care put him at ease. Even if it was nothing more than self-hypnosis, both his body and mind had given the same answer.

Still, that