"Splash—"
The vegetables suddenly fell into the sink.
The water's surface, previously only slightly rippling, became turbulent.
Crystal-clear droplets scattered, shattering the reflections.
Outside, the fat sparrows continued to chirp.
Yet her soaked fingertips pressed against her own chest, gasping in fear.
"Did you slip?"
Gong Li was taking bowls and chopsticks out of the cabinet when she heard the noise and turned her head.
Nothing had actually changed.
Looking back at the water, it seemed as if she had just scared herself.
"It's nothing, maybe I've just been too tired recently."
She raised her hand to tuck the hair at her forehead behind her ear.
Staring at the water in the sink, she finally remembered Little Bun's words, paused for a moment, and then drained the water.
—
The dinner was consumed with restlessness.
They didn't watch a horror movie; instead, the two of them saw a comedy, and Hua Yanyan loosened up quite a bit.
