Ling Hua rarely lost her temper in front of Yan Qing.
Once, during the time Yan Qing was recuperating from his injuries at Marquis Duanjing's residence, she lost her temper, packed up her clothes, and left without even eating. He thought she had really left, but she quickly came back, after all, only leaving after having her meal.
And then there was this time.
Yan Qing stood against the tree trunk, looking lazy, as he watched Ling Hua's nape and imagined smoke billowing from the anger he almost caused her. Her slender figure moved quickly out of sight, passing through the trunks of Begonia trees, and he chuckled, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Had she really left? Or would she come back to look for him?
