When the two returned to their room, they ran into Su Yuerou coming downstairs.
She smiled at them warmly, dressed casually in freshly changed leisurewear.
"Why are you back up here?"
Fu Yihan ignored her, pushed the door open, and entered the room.
Su Qingnuan shot her a cold glance before walking in as well.
With a loud "thud," the door slammed shut in Su Yuerou's face, instantly wiping the smile off her own.
Glaring at the tightly closed door, Su Yuerou clenched her fists, brimming with resentment.
A moment later, she tossed her cascading hair over her shoulder and turned to head downstairs.
...
Su Qingnuan curled up in the small study, sorting through her belongings.
Oddly enough, though she had shared a bed with Fu Yihan for a while now, most of her things still remained here in the study.
Soon, she had stacked up a large pile of books.
She looked at the heap on the floor, frowning slightly as a headache began to set in.
