"What's wrong? Why the sigh?" Chen Yiran lifted his head, his deep eyes gazing at Tianxin as he asked casually.
"Nothing..." Tianxin glanced at Chen Yiran, not wanting to discuss the issue with him, and reluctantly responded with a mumble.
"Oh..." Chen Yiran acknowledged, took another sip from his bowl of porridge, then continued to ask, "Have you seen all of the photos yet?"
"No." Tianxin casually replied while eating, "When I left, my computer was still receiving files. I'll check them out later when I get back."
"Oh..." Chen Yiran nodded, saying no more.
After dinner, Tianxin cleaned up the plates and bowls from the table and went to wash the dishes.
Chen Yiran sat on a chair in the dining room, watching Tianxin bustling about. For some reason, he suddenly felt his house come alive.