In Wuxun during winter, the sunlight is warm and gentle, streaming through the open windows and casting dappled shadows on the kitchen sink.
Kang Xuan leaned against the countertop, staring resentfully at Xiang Qichen across from her, tapping her slender white index finger on the surface, as if she were interrogating him.
Xiang Qichen didn't even dare to eat, sitting upright in his chair, speechless.
Carelessly, he upset this little ancestor again...
"If I hadn't come to your house for a check-up, would you not have told me you were back, Zhou Huaiyi?"
After a long moment, Kang Xuan spoke in a detached tone.
Xiang Qichen pondered for a while: "No, I just haven't had the chance to tell you yet."
Kang Xuan glanced at him disdainfully, rendered speechless.
"I came back suddenly too; my cousin is getting married today." Xiang Qichen explained.
