Gu Qihan gently bit her lip, her hands tightly clutching the basket, "Okay, I get it now."
She quietly glanced at Xu Boyan and then, with a clutching heart, she turned and left; her retreating figure exuding a sense of loneliness.
Xu Boyan was too cold, Gu Qihan felt a grievance in her heart. Even the normally playful her had her moments of fragility.
"Oh, what's wrong with Xiaohan?"
Gu Xiang emerged from the house carrying a few scissors, and gave quite a jump on seeing Gu Qihan's face, full of grievance.
Just moments ago, everything seemed fine; she stepped away to fetch the scissors and suddenly something happened?
"Ah, I'm fine Auntie, just a bit tired. I want to sleep."
Gu Qihan passed the basket in her hand to Gu Xiang and silently retreated to her own room.
Since Gu Qihan often visited Xu Mansion, Gu Xiang kept a room for her. Every time she visited, she stayed in that room.
