As soon as he sat down, Jian Chenxi warmly smiled at him and said, "I've already ordered your favorite coffee; it should be ready any moment now."
He didn't show any emotion, just sat there, lit a cigarette, and didn't start to speak for a while.
The server brought the coffee, and Jian Chenxi skillfully added creamer and sugar to it, pushing it toward him, her tone caring, "Niange, Momo hasn't been at school recently; she seems to have gone to Yunnan to clear her mind, so let's wait for her to come back. I've heard from classmates in touch with her that she's okay; you don't need to worry too much."
He didn't speak, nor did he drink the coffee, just leaned back against the couch with force, and silently closed his eyes.
After a while, he lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead.
Jian Chenxi stood up, moved from the opposite seat to the one next to him, extended her hand, and gently covered his forehead, slowly massaging it, "Do you have a headache?"
