Yan Xiaye considered herself not much of a foodie, but for some reason, she was particularly captivated by that piece of cake.
Feeling flustered, she lowered her eyes, taking another glance at Little Yunduo, who was laughing and chatting with Elisa. A trace of sadness and loneliness flashed across her brows.
Not wanting to stay there any longer, she silently walked outside, accompanied by Ji Liangchen, who followed her like a shadow.
As they pushed open the heavy door, the sweet fragrance surrounding them drifted away.
Yan Xiaye's tense nerves relaxed a little. She raised her hand to rub her sore eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm going back to my room."
"Don't go." Ji Liangchen raised his hand to rest it on her shoulder and helplessly asked, "What did Miss Xi'er say to you?"
