As Lu Xiya was talking, her expression froze, her rosy lips slowly parted in disbelief, "Ji… Jiayin."
Gu Jiayin smiled nonchalantly, "I'm staying over at your place tonight, you don't mind, do you?"
"What are you saying?" Lu Xiya stepped forward and took Gu Jiayin's hand, glancing at her reproachfully, "Talking to me like this, are you looking for a beating?"
After some cordial exchanges, Lu Xiya noticed Pei Nianchen standing behind Gu Jiayin.
Seeing Pei Nianchen again felt like it had been a century. Ever since Gu Jiayin "died," Pei Nianchen had completely cut off contact with her. She only occasionally saw him in the newspapers.
He was in great pain; she understood.
After a few seconds, Lu Xiya managed to muster a faint smile, "Brother Nianchen."
Pei Nianchen felt deeply guilty and smiled awkwardly, "Xiya, I've neglected you these past few years, I'm sorry."
