It felt just like when he heard Chi Yue casually agree—as if Chi Yue might have felt like agreeing when he suddenly proposed. A sacred moment had become perfunctory and casual, as if the decision was made on a whim, and it wouldn't matter whether the person was A, B, C, or D—
"I'm sorry. It's my fault." Qiao Dongyang's Adam's apple bobbed once, and he looked at Chi Yue with a sincere face, speaking in a coaxing tone, "Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
He left as soon as he said it, not giving Chi Yue a chance to stop him.
"Hey—" Chi Yue watched his retreating back with a mix of irritation and amusement, "This guy, really."
Qiao Dongyang did not return quickly.
Chi Yue had finished organizing everything she brought back, and Yu Feng had already prepared dinner for the family in the kitchen. She had muttered about his absence several times, and he still hadn't returned.
