Mason Jian put on a sportswear and searched for his key in the entrance hall for a long time before going out. He couldn't find it after searching for a while. He recalled that it seemed that he was not the one who opened the door last night.
I took the spare key and stepped out, and saw a bag hanging on the door handle outside, which contained some still warm pancakes and soy milk.
Mason Jian took the bag and went back to the house, then helped Xin Hui wash up. By the time they actually ate the pancakes, they had become very soft, and he couldn't help but look at the balcony.
"Look, what?" He didn't mention what happened last night because Xin Hui really didn't have the energy to make a fuss.
Mason Jian quickly looked away: "Nothing, it's forecast to rain today, it seems... quite cloudy."
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