Shen Mianmian couldn't help but laugh, "Just let things take their course, there's no need to overthink it deliberately. Who knows, maybe in a short while, you'll develop feelings for someone else?"
"True." Yang Xiaoxi nodded, agreeing with Shen Mianmian's opinion.
"There's still some lean meat porridge in the pot. Wash up and eat some, shall you? It's only a little past nine, too early for lunch."
"Okay."
Yang Xiaoxi responded cheerfully, like a happy little bird, and ran off to clean up.
Shen Mianmian sat in the courtyard reading a book. After a while, Yang Xiaoxi came over with a bowl of porridge.
"Mianmian, what happened with the house you mentioned last time? Why is there no news again?"
Shen Mianmian had been looking to buy a haunted house, and the news had been out for a long time. People had suggested a few places, and Shen Mianmian indeed went to look, but the prices were just too high for her to afford.
