"Is something the matter?" Wen Nuan asked, bewildered, unable to decipher his current expression. Was he angry, or something else? His gaze, as deep as the sea, seemed to have no edge, as dark and profound as ink.
It felt as though a vortex there was trying to pull her in.
"Idiot." Ye Feimo muttered softly, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He picked up the bento and headed downstairs. Wen Nuan smiled brightly, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and followed closely behind.
Ye Feimo's mood was exceptionally good the entire way.
Wen Nuan was accustomed to his unpredictable nature. Seeing him in such a good mood, she wisely remained silent, not wanting to disturb it. It was rare for Ye Feimo to be in such a pleasant state.
His good mood lasted all the way to the company.
Wen Nuan mused that this was a record-breaking duration.
