No matter what, I still need to keep up with the morning run.
The next day, Qingran descended the stairs at the same time as usual.
Today, Aunt Liu arrived a bit earlier; at this time, she had already started bustling about in the kitchen.
Xie Ying'an was also waiting for Qingran downstairs early, with the living room door half-open. He was leaning against the doorway, half-hidden in light and half in shadow, his facial expression indiscernible.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look. Even upon seeing Qingran, he merely tugged at the corner of his mouth, his expression devoid of the joy from yesterday.
The encounter with Ji Yanchen in the park yesterday morning had unsettled him more than he'd like to admit.
And this morning, before Qingran came downstairs, he found himself actually hoping she wouldn't join him for the run again.
But Qingran still came down.
