That day, Yan was up at his usual time of six in the morning, ran a few laps in the garden, came back and showered, and then descended the stairs in a refreshing mood to have breakfast.
But in the dining room, he saw Yan's mother, who hadn't been up before seven for a long time. "Mom, is the watch in your room broken?"
Speaking, Yan instinctively glanced out at the sky. The east was bright. Morning had just broken through the horizon, so his watch was not wrong.
"Son, it's been half a month since Ying'er left, hasn't it?" Ignoring his question, Yan's mother asked while adding pickles and onion flowers to her white porridge.
"Mom, I really suspect that Zhu Qianying was your chosen candidate and secretly slipped in to participate in the selection competition."
Although he had never met Zhu Qianying, these half a month, every day he had to hear from her mother mentions of "Ying'er", dozens of times sometimes. Now, every time he heard "Ying'er", his eyes twitched.
