Sheng Shushu might have been because of her cold, always feeling that her mind wasn't quite effective, struggling to tie together his recent actions and their purposes.
Ambiguous, doting notes that should have been thrown away, the wedding candies she should have discarded, his earlier attentiveness in buying her band-aids, helping her customize shoes.
Sigh.
She breathed out softly.
Feeling weak, she leaned against the wall, her palm supporting her cheek as she looked at him, "The candy you just gave me, where did it come from?"
Xiao Yu paused briefly.
Sheng Shushu smiled teasingly, "Can't I know?"
"That's not it," Xiao Yu stopped what he was doing, "Do you want to see it now?"
She looked at him noncommittally.
Xiao Yu washed his hands, dried them, and walked out of the kitchen, apparently ready to show her the bag of wedding candies he had kept.
His long legs had moved past her, but somehow, he turned back around.
