Mo shenbai did not take mo qianyue's words to heart. Other than going to and from school, he locked himself in his room and did not even eat dinner with them.
In the blink of an eye, it was already late winter. When he woke up, the scenery outside the window seemed to be even more withered and yellow, as if it had been added with a layer of dusk filter.
On the weekend, mo shenbai could stay in his room for a day.
Bai Ying and Mo Teng would quarrel from time to time, and sometimes she could be heard scolding mo qianyue.
It was just that mo qianyue didn't want to practice the zither and dance.
Mo shenbai didn't care about the noise outside and locked himself in this small room.
It was as if this way, he would no longer feel sad because of Bai Ying's indifference, their argument, and other people's strange looks.
In the afternoon, the sound of Bai Ying and Mo qianyue quarreling could be heard from outside the door.
