In the afternoon, Li Lanying returned home.
The sky fell.
"Why are the flowers on the windowsill wilting?" She turned to look at Li Qingrong, "Didn't I ask you to water them?"
"I forgot."
"How could you forget?" Li Lanying was speechless and went to water them herself, "Poor flowers."
After a while, she felt something was off again.
"Huh?"
Li Lanying turned her head, looking at her own sister, "Strange, why aren't you speaking today?"
She took a closer look, squinting her eyes. Still couldn't figure it out, just felt odd.
"Did something happen?"
"He's here, do you want to meet?" Li Qingrong was succinct, saying it was as good as saying nothing.
"Jiang Nian?" Li Lanying was baffled.
"Yes."
"When did he come?" Li Lanying frowned, still feeling something was off, just couldn't recall.
"Today." Li Qingrong said, "I told him to come."
"You sure you're not lying?"
"I don't lie."
