Anning stood outside Xiao Yuan's door for a while before she knocked.
Soon the door was opened.
Behind the door was Xiao Yuan's handsome face.
Looking at that face, Anning still felt quite disturbed inside.
She had lived through countless lifetimes, had long become indifferent to the affairs of the world, and rarely let any person or thing affect her mood.
But Xiao Yuan was the exception.
Xiao Yuan's heart blossomed when he saw Anning.
"Here you are, please come in and sit down."
Anning went into the room gracefully.
She noticed right away that Xiao Yuan must have just bought the house not long ago, retaining the original owner's style, not having had time to redecorate.
Even the furniture had not been replaced.
On the sofa there were still some marks left by the previous owner's child, and there was even a part of the wall covered with doodles. Even the corners of chairs and tables were bubble-wrapped.
Anning smiled: "My mom asked me to bring something over."
