Jiang Yumiao was writing in a burst of inspiration. He had just finished the morgue chase scene when another message from Ning Chunchi arrived.
[Gege: Come out for a moment when you're free.]
The instant Jiang Yumiao saw the message, he pulled off his headphones and ran out of the guest bedroom.
He looked around, but Ning Chunchi wasn't in the living room. That meant he must be in the master bedroom, so Jiang Yumiao ran there instead.
When he pushed open the door, he saw Ning Chunchi sitting elegantly on the sofa, his eyes dark and unreadable. An open suitcase lay on the floor in front of him-Jiang Yumiao's suitcase.
Seemingly sensing the pressure radiating from Ning Chunchi, Jiang Yumiao slowed his steps and inched over to sit beside him, smiling. "Gege, what's wrong?"
Ning Chunchi first gave him a gentle smile, then brought out the hand hidden behind his back. In it was a little cat-shaped woven bamboo fan.
Jiang Yumiao's gaze shifted to the fan, and his entire body froze.
He had almost forgotten about that!
"What's this?" Ning Chunchi asked. "It's cute. There's even a moon sticker on it. Is it for me?"
His voice was low and gentle, yet carried a barely perceptible hint of restraint and suppressed emotion, as though he would devour the person before him the moment he received an answer he didn't like.
Jiang Yumiao hesitated, then nodded honestly.
Ning Chunchi's tone grew even gentler. "Then why haven't you given it to me?"
Jiang Yumiao's eyes darted away. "Because... I didn't think it was good enough. It can't compare to the Moon Grapes."
Ning Chunchi's breath caught. He had never imagined that would be the reason.
He didn't care what the gift was at all. Having Little Grape by his side