Yuran led her out, "Who asked you to come this morning, looking so fierce that even I was scared!"
Qi Nian followed behind her, looking unconvinced, "You're talking nonsense, where were you scared?"
As the voices of the two faded away, the classmates in the room looked at each other, and someone said awkwardly, "After all this fuss, is this just their way of getting along?"
"Hmm, it seems we misunderstood."
"..."
Qi Nian brought Yuran to Qi Younian's residential complex, a peaceful place amidst the turmoil, in the style of Suzhou Gardens, which at a glance seemed suitable for retirement; Yuran chuckled to herself: After so many years, his taste remained as singular as ever.
Qi Nian felt guilty all the way, talking a lot to Yuran to ease the tension, while Yuran didn't mind; the more Qi Nian talked, the more nervous she became.
