Fu Ying woke up early, fished out her cell phone from under her pillow, and found that Shen Liguang had sent her a morning greeting. She replied with one of her own, then got up to wash and went downstairs.
Fu Yan came downstairs yawning, and seeing his little sister in a good mood, playing with the cat, he smiled and asked, "Feeling good, aren't you?"
"What, should I cry instead?"
"Wow, talking back now. You don't need me anymore, right? Just don't come begging me to help you chase Brother Li Guang later."
Fu Ying scratched Qibao under the chin.
Basking in the sun, Qibao rolled around contentedly, purring loudly.
"I don't need it."
Fu Yan raised an eyebrow: "You figured it out? Not obsessing over it anymore? Fallen for someone else?"
"Figured it out, not obsessing, fallen in love."
"What?" Fu Yan didn't catch what she meant.
"Nothing." Fu Ying smoothed Qibao's fur a couple of times, stood up, and walked into the house.
Leaving Fu Yan muddled on his own.
