Seeing Ou Lan run faster than a rabbit, Zhan Lingtao chased after her, puzzled, "Ou Xiaolan, what are you running for, wait for me!"
Ou Lan ignored him and turned on the camera function of her phone as she ran. By the time she reached the kitchen door, she was panting heavily.
She suddenly realized that she had developed a psychological shadow regarding the kitchen; approaching it always reminded her of Flame Burning City.
Because she hesitated for a moment, Zhan Lingtao caught up, also panting, "Ou Xiaolan, what are you running for?"
"Shh!" Ou Lan made a silencing gesture, signaling Zhan Lingtao to keep quiet. She herself was peeking into the kitchen like a thief, holding her phone ready to snap a photo.
Zhan Lingtao frowned and peeked inside as well, spotting his dad slicing a plate of fruit, apparently preparing to make a fruit salad.
He didn't understand what was so photo-worthy about that. "Ou Xiaolan, what are you trying to capture?"
