"Okay," Chu Liangxia stood up, smiling at him, "You must be tired."
A frown flickered across his face; Feng Ziheng felt an unusual discomfort stirring within him.
He pressed at the center of his brow, then turned away first.
Chu Liangxia followed behind him, obediently going to the dining table to eat.
This time, Chu Liangxia ate very quietly and obediently, no longer causing any trouble.
After the meal, she didn't have to clean up. Feng Ziheng told her to go back to her room to rest.
Chu Liangxia had wanted to help wash the dishes, but fearing she might "accidentally" provoke him again, she returned to her room.
*
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, after Feng Ziheng came back from his run, he saw breakfast laid out on the dining table.
There was only his portion.
Chu Liangxia was nowhere to be seen.
Then, Feng Ziheng saw a text on his phone—
[Ziheng, I've gone out to take photos with friends, I'll come back tonight.]