Xia Yangyang struggled to muster a smile: "It's really nothing, don't worry about it. I won't be jealous. Compared to what she has given, I'm just sad that I can't make it up to her."
Gu Qichen's eyes seemed to change: "Are you really okay?"
Xia Yangyang smiled, trying her best to look unbothered: "Really, it's nothing. Don't worry about me. Leaving her alone up there won't be a problem, right? We should go up quickly. She probably hasn't eaten yet."
Xia Yangyang stood up.
The two of them went upstairs again.
Gu Qichen stood silently behind Xia Yangyang, not saying a word.
The door to Xi Zijun's room was already open.
When Xia Yangyang and Gu Qichen entered.
She was sitting on the sofa in a daze.
The TV in the living room was on.
But Xi Zijun's gaze was unfocused, appearing somewhat blank.
As soon as Xia Yangyang walked in, she smelled something burning.
Xia Yangyang hurried to the kitchen to check.
She found Xi Zijun was cooking soup.