Instinctively looking up, she saw Xing Chen in similar casual homewear, walking towards her with his hands in his pockets, exuding a presence as if he were royalty.
Ran Xiangsi's grip on her chopsticks tightened slightly.
"Hello..." she greeted him awkwardly, suddenly recalling that this place belonged to Xing Chen.
She now belonged to an unequal relationship, dependent on others.
Hearing Ran Xiangsi's voice, Xing Chen's knit brows relaxed a bit. He walked past her to get some water and then sat down at the dining table, drinking the water calmly.
Just when Ran Xiangsi thought he wouldn't talk to her, his warm voice came over.
"Where did the dumplings come from?"
"Uh, from your kitchen's fridge. I only found ten and gave three to the Prince... Do you want some?"
Her question was sincere, but Xing Chen raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a second.
In that second, Ran Xiangsi noticed his hesitation.
