Micah sat relaxed on the couch, sipping the tea Darcy had brewed. Across from him was Darcy with his back straight, holding his own cup with both hands, careful not to spill. He nodded along as Micah talked about the dormitory life. Zhou Ruyan sipped her tea slowly, listening attentively.
Half an hour later, Micah glanced at his watch. He set down his teacup and stood up. "Grandma, we should get going," he said, masking a flicker of tension. "If Grandpa hears we kept you up this late, he will give me an earful."
Zhou Ruyan raised an eyebrow, looking at the tall clock on the corner. 9:00 p.m. How was that late?
Micah was already halfway to the door, one hand gripping Darcy's sleeve, nudging him along.
