Thinking of Bai Chenyao's cold and domineering nature, Gu Tiantian thought for a moment and realized what had displeased Bai Chenyao again.
"A Yao, you're not at home. I feel it's so empty living alone; I'm not used to it, so I moved back."
Before Bai Chenyao could speak, Gu Tiantian quickly asked him expectantly.
"A Yao, when will you come back?"
Night, silent.
Gu Tiantian deliberately asked Bai Chenyao expectantly, her voice carrying a few traces of soft murmurings, like the spring breeze at midnight—though still a bit cold, it could make all the flowers slowly bloom.
"Next Monday!"
The brief and cold response was typical of Bai Chenyao.
Feeling a little irritated, Gu Tiantian scratched her head; if she brought up hanging up now, Bai Chenyao would surely be unhappy.
But... what should she say to Bai Chenyao?
Continue confessing, saying how much she missed him?
Tsk!
Better not, she's really worried she might puke up her meal from being disgusted with herself.
