Being the kind of person who always keeps the situation in check, he couldn't help but think about many problems.
Although his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, there was always an end to the trail.
Mingzhe stood at the door of Xiaxia's room. He wanted to knock, but dropped his hand halfway through, eventually deciding to just push the door open and enter.
By the time he entered, Xiaxia had already woken up. She was sitting on the bed, her body slightly curled up, lost in thought.
Mingzhe quietly stood at the door. After a moment's silence, just as he was about to speak, Xiaxia turned to look at him.
Her gaze was calm, crystal clear, and bright. There were no extreme emotions, she wasn't angry, nor was she excited.
Xiaxia looked at Mingzhe's face, at his silent demeanor, and started to get upset.
But along with her annoyance came a wave of inexplicable heartache and sympathy. Looking at her big brother like this, she really found it hard to be angry at him.
