The fourth day, as the morning sunlight sprinkled onto the Earth and dew still glistened on the tips of the grass.
Beigong Cang, dressed in white sportswear, opened the door to Qianning's room. "Qianning," he called. Standing by the bed, he took in the sight of Qianning's cheeks, tinged pink by the sunlight, and instinctively turned his head away. But soon, she lowered her head, ignoring him.
Beigong Cang didn't care how Qianning felt about him, he walked to the wardrobe and picked out a set of sportswear, went over to her, and stuffed the clothes into her hands, "Put these on, we're going out to have some fun. You can't keep moping around by yourself."
"I don't want to go," Qianning said softly, dropping her hands, and the clothes slipped from her grasp to the floor.
