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What was she really afraid of?
Sang Yu had just finished convincing herself of something and turned back to the supermarket, completely forgetting about what Lu Jing had mentioned to her earlier that evening. To be precise, she thought it was impossible, so she chose to ignore it altogether.
When Sang Yu emerged from the supermarket, her hands were filled with two large bags. After walking for a while, she set the bags down by the roadside and shook her hands. Although the supermarket was quite close to her apartment complex, she regretted not riding her electric scooter first due to the sheer amount of items she had bought. Looking at the marks on her hands, she felt a twinge of regret; it was all Lu Jing's fault.
In fact, Sang Yu could afford a small car for convenience, but she felt it was unnecessary. The school she attended was not far from where she lived, and riding her little electric scooter was quite convenient. If she drove, she'd probably just get to the other side of the street before having to stop again.
After a long and tiring journey home, Sang Yu collapsed onto the sofa, not wanting to move. Her hands bore the marks from carrying the bags. She rested on the sofa for a while until her hands finally felt better. Then she got up to organize her purchases; leaving them scattered was not in her nature.
Once everything was sorted, she glanced at her phone and realized it was already past four in the afternoon. Sang Yu wondered if taking a nap now would be too late and if she'd still be able to sleep at night. She decided against it and opted to scroll through her phone instead.
Feeling down because of Lu Jing's earlier comments, Sang Yu took out some snacks and began eating while reading a novel. Before long, she became engrossed in the story, pushing thoughts of Lu Jing out of her mind.
When she finally lifted her head from the pages, she noticed that it had grown dark outside. Rubbing her neck a few times, she acknowledged that novels were indeed captivating.
A glance at the clock on the wall revealed it was past six o'clock; no wonder her stomach was growling. Time had flown by! The story was so well-written that it left her wanting more.
However good the novel might be, it couldn't replace dinner. Sang Yu decided it was time to fill her stomach—after all, nothing was more important than that.
She started cooking rice and planned to prepare both a cold dish and a hot one. While she was busy frying vegetables, Sang Yu thought she heard a knock at the door. Stepping out of the kitchen and standing in the living room to listen closely, she confirmed that it indeed came from her front door. Confused, Sang Yu wondered if Lin Yue had come over.
But Lin Yue hadn't mentioned anything about visiting; usually, she'd give Sang Yu a heads-up beforehand. Aside from Lin Yue, Sang Yu couldn't think of anyone else who would come to see her.
As she opened the door, she said, "Why didn't you text me in advance?" But as soon as she saw the man standing before her, her voice trailed off into a whisper as disbelief washed over her.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and opened them again—he was still there! It turned out this wasn't a dream after all.
Lu Jing raised an eyebrow as he took in Sang Yu's appearance: her hair casually tied up, wearing an apron with a spatula in hand—clearly in the middle of cooking.
Seeing the disbelief on her face made him realize that perhaps his words from earlier that day hadn’t registered with her at all.
Alright then—Lu Jing admitted he was irritated by this woman once again. Ever since they had reunited, he found himself either being annoyed or on his way to being annoyed by her antics.
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