Fortunately, Song Xiang acted quickly and the box did not fall.
She breathed a sigh of relief, got up, washed herself, and walked around the room like a puppet.
As soon as I sat down in front of the dining table, a call came in. It was from Wang Fuxue.
"Hello--"
"Song Xiang, what's going on? You drove Yan Han into the corridor?"
Song Xiang was startled, "What?"
"Yu Tianyu said it, he just came downstairs and saw it!"
Song Xiang's heart twitched, she quickly put down her bowls and chopsticks and quickly walked to the door.
As soon as the door opened, the cool morning breeze rushed in.
She glanced around and saw the man sitting by the door.
Yan Han leaned against the wall, with one knee slightly bent and his hands on his knees. Probably because he was tired, he lowered his head slightly, and his back was no longer so straight.
Hearing the noise, he frowned and moved his neck.
"You didn't leave?" Song Xiang asked.
When the man heard this, he immediately raised his head and his eyes were filled with light.
The temperature difference between day and night in the imperial capital is huge, and the summer nights are as cold as water. He sat in the corridor all night, with his hair hanging down from his forehead. His usual aura was gone, and his eyes looked a little pitiful.
Song Xiang was in a complicated mood and didn't know what to say for a while.
Yan Han looked at her and asked, "Have you calmed down?"
My heart felt like it was being knocked.
Song Xiang took a breath and said, "Get up first, the ground is cold."
Seeing that she didn't respond directly, Yan Yanhan had a look of disappointment on his face. He supported himself with one hand and got up from the ground with difficulty.
Standing in front of Song Xiang, he did not rush in as usual.
Song Xiang sighed in her heart, a mixture of sweetness and sourness. It was not that she had not felt the changes in Shuanghan. During this period of time when they were getting along with each other, she also retreated repeatedly, giving each other enough room to move forward.
But when those things were brought up again, the knot in my heart arose again.
She stepped aside a little and said, "Come in and have a bowl of ginger tea."
Yan Han did not move.
She raised her head in confusion, "What's wrong?"
The man looked at her, suddenly stretched out his arms, and came over to hug her.
"sorry."
Song Xiang was hugged tightly, and his face could not be seen, but he could hear it clearly in his ears.
"What?"
Yan Han paused and repeated, "I'm sorry."
Song Xiang's throat tightened, "What did you do?"
Yan Han: "I don't know, I don't think I've done anything wrong recently."
Indeed not, he has been doing well recently, so much so that she feels very good just thinking about him.
"Then why are you apologizing?"
"I've done it before." Yan Han took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "I thought about it last night, and I've done it a lot. If you have to be angry for every one of them for one night, then you should be angry for many years."
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn it, it's quite sober.
She sniffed and said nothing.
Yan Han hugged her for a long time, and then slowly backed away.
Song Xiang stood in the doorframe and asked him in a low voice: "Would you like ginger tea?"
Yan Han shook his head, "Forget it, your cooking skills are poor to begin with. If you poison me again because of your anger, I won't even be able to apologize to you."
Song Xiang: "..."
At this time, he still had the heart to joke with her.
"Then let's go."
"I'll wait for you downstairs and take you to work."
It's only six o'clock now, and I'm taking hammer class.
Song Xiang was speechless and didn't want to stand at the door with him staring. She turned around to get her bag and coat.
If you arrive early, just arrive early and you will be contributing to the company.
When she returned to the room, she saw the music box and carefully put it in the drawer before going out.