"I didn't say you don't come to me in the future," she said.

He didn't say anything.

"Don't be angry." She shook his hand, "...Chen Ju."

The door was covered with a faint light, and the light shone through the gap, and the afterglow fell on the ground, making it a little old yellow.

His voice also set like the dim sunlight, lighter than the dust in the air.

"I'm not angry."

Chen turned around and let go of his hand. He took out a roasted sweet potato in a transparent plastic bag from his coat pocket and stuffed it into her hand, "I bought it for you on the way back."

"It's still hot, you can cover your hands before eating." He looked stern, as if he was talking, "Your hands are all frozen."

"When is this tea?" He frowned when he put down the cup.

"Mrs. Yang gave it to me a while ago."

"Don't do this. If you can't get used to it, it's better to change what I often drink."

Xiao Jingran responded with a hum, leaning against the side of the leather chair, and resting his arms on his shoulder.

Chen Wenxi picked up the book, turned a page and glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

"What's the day in two weeks?" Xiao Jingran raised her eyebrows and hinted with a smile.

"What day?" Chen Wenxi said, "It's your birthday, do you think I can't remember it if I'm so confused?"
Chapter completed!