Just two short sentences completely blocked any path of retreat for Yu Qinghuai to object, and every excuse for evasion now seemed utterly fragile and pale.
Yu Qinghuai uncontrollably tightened his grip on the fork in his hand, forcing a stiff, awkward smile to accept the arrangement.
The days suddenly transformed from meaningless dates on the calendar into a concrete countdown of how many days remained until her departure. He had no idea what Yujie had done; living under the same roof, he could hardly find the tiniest gap to "run into" Jiang Yuchi by chance.
Chapter 225