Seeing Shu Wan seemed genuinely angry, Fu Siyu turned around and called out, "Shu Wan."
Shu Wan ignored him, silent as if she had already fallen asleep.
The wall was cast with shadows from the flickering flames of the fireplace, resembling silent flowers blooming upon it.
Shu Wan stared at the shifting patterns on the wall, feeling a bit stifled in her heart.
A sigh came from behind her, and the next second, the blanket was lifted, and Fu Siyu embraced Shu Wan from behind, "Don't be angry."
"I'm not angry."
Shu Wan said she wasn't angry, but her tone carried a hint of irritation, and seeing her like this, Fu Siyu actually found it somewhat cute.
He lowered his head slightly and kissed Shu Wan, "Then turn around."
"No."
Fu Siyu chuckled lightly, "It seems you really are angry."
Shu Wan didn't speak, her eyelashes trembling lightly, ignoring Fu Siyu and even shrinking further into the blanket.
