Bo Yan was looking truly troubled, a sight that baffled Yuran completely.
She silently finished her noodles, then tidied up the bowl and placed it in the kitchen sink.
Bo Yan showed no signs of leaving. She moved to sit across from him, "Seventh Brother, aren't you going back?"
She had school tomorrow, with many lessons ahead, and was ready to rest; what was he doing there, sitting with her? They'd had their midnight snack, surely all that needed to be said had been said!
Bo Yan looked up, his gaze fixing on the girl's slightly complicated and tense face, feeling somewhat uneasy. He organized his words, "I heard from Xie Cheng that you made a bet?"
As he spoke, his fingers lightly tapped his knee.
If it were someone who knew him well, they'd know he was nervous, but Yuran wasn't paying attention and didn't really understand him, so she missed it.
At those words, Yuran's heart skipped a beat. Was he here to reproach her all this time?
