Yue Ran raised a brow at Yue Yu's fleeing back.
He had so surreptitiously slipped into her room without her knowledge but had been so open about his escape from her room.
And the thing is that she didn't even do anything to warrant him running away as if he had a fire on his tail.
Yue Ran stood up with her fists clenched by her sides.
This male protagonist is really, really puzzling.
Does he really think of her room as his own, so he could easily come and go as he pleased?
She folded her hands angrily, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips.
However, when Yue Yu was about to disappear from Yue Ran's field of vision, he turned around.
With that one glance, he saw not of the simple decorations of Yue Ran's courtyard, he saw not of the servants, he saw not of the beautiful sky—all he saw was only Yue Ran.
All his sight was taken by the girl—the girl who was standing on the same spot, unmoving.
