"What happened to Wanwan today? You seem to have a lot on your mind."
Xia Hai had just returned from the shop when he noticed Xia Wan's distant expression.
Yan Han also glanced in Xia Wan's direction, observing her sitting on the sofa by the window, her chin resting on her hand as she gazed off into space.
"I don't know! She was already like this when I came back."
"I called her a few times, but she didn't respond.
"She didn't even hear me breaking a cup just now.
"It was only when Xia Feng came back and tapped her that she snapped out of it.
"Wasn't she always like this? She has returned to how she was…"
Although curious, Xia Hai refrained from disturbing them.
He felt that Xia Wan was preoccupied with something significant.
At that moment, Xia Wan was indeed contemplating something very important…
