“Oh, okay. Yang, you go with Miss Tian. I have a bit of a headache and will rest for a while.” She held her head, looking somewhat pale.
On the road, Jiang Yang’s face was dark and he didn’t speak, appearing thoroughly unwilling.
But Jing Xin was in a good mood today. She decided to ignore his expressions and continue enjoying her day. The roadside was lined with tall French plane trees, their dense leaves shading the scorching sun. Cicadas sang tirelessly in the trees.
Jiang Yang was tall and soon left Jing Xin behind. She didn’t call out to him, quietly following and watching the wind blow through his hair.
After a while, Jiang Yang turned back and shouted, “Walk faster! I have something to do.”
Jing Xin jogged to catch up, breathlessly saying, “Yang, I want to ask you something.”
They were slightly stunned by how naturally she had called his name—it seemed no one except his mother had ever done so.
“What question? I won’t answer boring ones,” he replied, making Jing Xin feel like he was a petulant teenager.
“It’s not boring. What do you think home means to two people in love?”
She soon realized this question was sentimental. Jiang Yang raised an eyebrow, surprised it was even a question. He glanced at her, clearly uninterested, and continued walking.
“Yang, I’m asking you a question. Why aren’t you answering?”
Jing Xin called out “Yang, Yang,” determined to get an answer.
Jiang Yang found this woman truly annoying—stubbornly so.
He suddenly stopped, his movement too quick, and Jing Xin couldn’t halt in time, crashing into his embrace. She gently rubbed her nose, which had been hurt from the collision.
All she could hear was his heartbeat, steady and powerful, like a tranquilizer that calmed her racing heart.
“Are you not going to stop until you get an answer?”
Jiang Xiangyang looked slightly angry yet helpless. He knew her; when she was stubborn, he was powerless.
“Not exactly, but this isn’t a difficult question. You can just say something casually,” Jing Xin said lightly, but her heart was filled with anticipation.
“For people in love, the best home is each other’s heart.”
