Dong Yi looked at Second Brother, who was lowering his head to help Panpan tidy her hat. Dong Yi's gaze darkened, and he fell silent.
From the audio store by the roadside, there floated out a slightly melancholic song.
"The warmth... that makes one feel wronged, unable to find proof of love, when to advance, when to give up, not even a hug~"
If the rumors and criticisms from the outside are external blows, then the relationship that is more than friendship but not quite love is an internal hurt. Suddenly, Qian felt a bit of sympathy for Dong Yi.
This was an attack from both sides, with no retreat.
The house rented by Mr. Yu wasn't far from the workplace; Qian had been there once before while treating Panpan.
Coming this time, it felt different.
Before, it was just a cold place. The main intent was to treat Panpan, so it was a simple resting spot, not properly tidied up. After Dong Yi had lived there for just a month, it already felt like home.
