"I never felt you were a burden, you are just a bit immature, but you're only eighteen. Isn't that just how it is at this age?" Zuo Xingyun smiled at her with the corners of his mouth raised: "Don't overthink it, thinking too much really will exhaust you."
Xiang Wan reminded him in a low voice, "Almost nineteen."
Yes, she was almost nineteen, not so young anymore. She should be more sensible, learn to consider others, and not always act as willfully as before.
She was no longer the pampered and celebrated number one socialite of Haicheng. Now, the only one still pampering her was him, Zuo Xingyun.
Xiang Wan hastily ate a few bites of food and put down her chopsticks: "I'm finished eating, you take your time."
After speaking, she stood up to leave the dining table, not forgetting to shout in the direction of the kitchen, "Aunt Zhang, remember to put away my bag properly!"
Reaching the stairway, she heard Zuo Xingyun calling her from behind.
