"Boring." Gu Shaocheng's cold calm voice shattered her playful atmosphere.
Chenxing popped her head forward to look at the serene, unemotional face of the man. Seeing him uninterested, she sat orderly beside him, her head lowered, gazing up at his face from a lowered angle: "Shaocheng, what's wrong, aren't you happy?"
He picked up his wine glass, swirled the wine inside, brought it to his nose to take a light sniff, and brushed off her inquiry with a word: "No."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully pouting at him: "Then why are you sitting here drinking alone? I thought you had fallen asleep."
Gu Shaocheng naturally pulled her into his arms: "Too noisy."
These three words were an explanation, he needed a relatively quieter environment to settle his unsettled feelings.
He enfolded her in his arms, his head lazily knocking against her shoulder: "Thinking about some things from childhood, missing my dad."