Being the kind of person who always keeps the situation in check, he couldn’t help but think about many problems.
Although his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, there was always an end to the trail.
Mingzhe stood at the door of Xiaxia’s room. He wanted to knock, but dropped his hand halfway through, eventually deciding to just push the door open and enter.
By the time he entered, Xiaxia had already woken up. She was sitting on the bed, her body slightly curled up, lost in thought.
Mingzhe quietly stood at the door. After a moment’s silence, just as he was about to speak, Xiaxia turned to look at him.
Her gaze was calm, crystal clear, and bright. There were no extreme emotions, she wasn’t angry, nor was she excited.
Xiaxia looked at Mingzhe’s face, at his silent demeanor, and started to get upset.
But along with her annoyance came a wave of inexplicable heartache and sympathy. Looking at her big brother like this, she really found it hard to be angry at him.
"Awake? Eat something if you’re awake." Mingzhe walked over with breakfast, placing items one by one on her bedside table.
His composure remained, neither his facial expression nor his tone revealed anything unusual. His tall stature standing before her bed gave a somewhat oppressive feeling.
But at that moment, he seemed to be more like a person who had done something wrong, which made people feel a little bit sorry for him.
Xiaxia didn’t say anything. She grimaced in distaste. What was he feeling sorry about? She was the one who should be upset!
Mingzhe’s eyes darkened slightly. He tightened his grip on the tray, lowered his gaze, turned around, "You eat, I’ll go downstairs first."
"Who said you could leave?"
Just as he reached the door and was about to open it, Xiaxia’s voice suddenly sounded, laden with heavy discontent.
Mingzhe turned around, "Anything else?"
"Come here." Xiaxia looked at him, for the first time blatantly ordering him without any disguise.


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