After hearing Xiamu Qingyan's invitation, Xirong Ziye felt odd deep down. He knew that he should be happy, but he kept feeling as though this wasn't the voice he was yearning to hear.
Thinking that he couldn't keep Xiamu Qingyan company today, Xirong Ziye felt rather guilty. He gently comforted her by saying, "Qingyan, I have something on today, so I won't be able to go out. You should rest well, okay? I'll go look for you when I return."
Xiamu Qingyan bit her lip. She was rather displeased, but she still replied warmly, "Ziye, is there something wrong? Do you need my help? Should I look for you?"
"No, you don't have to bother. Just take care of yourself."
Xiamu Qingyan persisted. "I have nothing to do at home anyway. My father will just interrogate me. Wait for me, okay? I'll go look for you."
