"Come in." Jiang Yuchi’s head was pounding, so she simply let him in.
As if afraid she might change her mind, Jiang Zhiyi rushed in like a gust of wind, turning back to shut both doors and even making sure to lock them tight.
The two sat by the small coffee table in the living room. As Jiang Yuchi picked up a cloth to wipe the dust off the box in her hands, she glanced at Jiang Zhiyi, who was sitting upright like a primary school student waiting for a lecture.
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