Tianxin sat at the dining table with a surprised and flattered expression, looking at the breakfast on the table and exclaiming, "Brother Ran, did you make all of this?"
"Bought it from the breakfast store downstairs." Chen Yiran casually answered while eating his breakfast.
"..." I thought it was a lovingly-made breakfast... Tianxin couldn't help but to pull a face and said, "Then why did I see a spatula in your hand?"
"Um, I fried those two eggs."
"..."
Okay... Tianxin resigned herself to picking up her chopsticks. At least there was something that Chen Yiran personally made, she was already contented.
While eating his breakfast, Chen Yiran glanced at Tianxin and offhandedly asked, "Where's your backpack?"
With that one sentence, Tianxin was successfully turned into stone.
Her backpack... her backpack...
Tianxin's memory quickly rewound to Saturday night, her backpack... seemed to be still in her parents' car...
