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When He Zhiyao came home, it was already evening.
Qin Shuang was leaning on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.
He Zhiyao put down his coat and sat down next to her, "Why are you sitting here? Is Star asleep?"
"Grandpa took him away. He's safer with Grandpa." Qin Shuang put down her phone and looked at He Zhiyao. His complexion looked terrible, as if he had been through a harrowing ordeal.
He looked distressingly haggard.
He Zhiyao sat down and leaned on Qin Shuang's shoulder.
Qin Shuang let him lie on her lap and removed his glasses.
He Zhiyao opened his eyes, looking at her with a bit of surprise, "Hmm?"
Qin Shuang blinked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a bit curious. Miss Qin, why have you suddenly become so gentle today?" He Zhiyao closed his eyes and chuckled softly.
Qin Shuang tugged at his hair, "Am I not gentle?"
"Hmm," He Zhiyao hummed in response.
