Gu Qiaoqiao thought that, given the extent of the scratches on her face, she probably couldn't go out for a while.
She smiled slightly, her steps light as she walked toward home.
When she reached the front door, she found it open.
Gu Qiaoqiao's steps paused for a moment—Qin Yize was back.
She then looked up and saw smoke coming from the chimney.
She entered the house, still wearing the smile she hadn't had time to put away.
Standing in the hallway, she looked toward the kitchen.
Qin Yize had returned at some point.
His tall and straight figure was lazily leaning to one side, a slight, ambiguous smile on his face.
His dark eyes seemed to capture twinkling stars.
He raised his eyebrows, looking at Gu Qiaoqiao teasingly, his smile slight and aristocratic, "You seem so happy, what's the good news?"
Happy?
Good news?
To say that she, like a childish young girl, threw stones at people?
Then, Liang Mao and Choo Lan both fell down…