Lun You felt as if his heart had melted. He held her shoulders, gently wiping away her tears: "Look, haven't I come back to find you?"
"You're still talking."
Liu Mingxing gave him a glare.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop talking." He sighed helplessly. The current Liu Mingxing was unreasonable; no matter what he said, it was wrong. "Shall we go inside first? My feet are getting numb from standing."
Liu Mingxing softly uttered a "Hmm," handing the plastic bag full of vegetables to Lun You: "Hold this. I'll go open the door."
She walked to her apartment door, punched in the code, and went inside.
Lun You naturally followed, placing the vegetables in the fridge, tidying them up by category.
When he came out, Liu Mingxing was sitting on the sofa, rubbing her temples.
"What's wrong?"
He came over and asked curiously.
"I've cried for too long, and now I feel a bit oxygen-deprived."
Lun You chuckled, walked over and began to massage her temples.
