Her eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the man in front of her.
An illusion?
She blinked, but he was still standing before her eyes.
No, it wasn't that he had left.
He hadn't left? What was he doing in her house?
Yao Qing's mind raced, yet she didn't realize how... blankly standing there appeared.
Yu Yanshen turned around from the dining table and saw her like this.
He imperceptibly raised an eyebrow, looking at the unmoving Yao Qing, "Staring blankly?"
Yao Qing almost instantly snapped back to reality, though she hadn't really spaced out.
"Why haven't you left yet?" The question she had been thinking about just slipped out.
Yanshen's gaze deepened as he looked at her, "Do you really want me to leave? In such a rainy night, I think you're afraid."
Yao Qing was silent for two seconds before stepping forward.
She had smelled something right upon coming out, and sure enough, on the dining table behind him was freshly made food.
It was a simple dish, porridge.