The girl linked arms with Leng Yixiu and walked towards a pavilion at the edge of the rooftop. Their voices became increasingly distant until they were somewhat indistinct. Through the gaps between the potted plants, Lin Yixun could clearly see the two in the pavilion, but she couldn't quite hear their conversation.
She didn't understand the reason for hiding here; was it simply that she didn't want to appear, or was there... another reason.
Right now, she had no time to think about this because, in the pavilion opposite, the girl was shamelessly sitting on Leng Yixiu's lap, then ambiguously wrapping her arms around the man's neck.
Even Lin Yixun herself didn't realize that the moment she saw the girl sit on Leng Yixiu's lap, her fingers couldn't help but tremble fiercely. She slowly withdrew her gaze. Lin Yixun, oh Lin Yixun, what are you doing here, Leng Yixiu can be with whoever he wants, what does that have to do with you?
