Last night, Ning Xia finally had a comfortable sleep, dreamless, and woke up to daylight.
After washing up, she even made herself breakfast, and after eating her fill, she changed clothes and went out, appearing before Su Zaozao positively glowing.
Su Zaozao examined her up and down, left and right, back and front for a full half hour, clicking her tongue, "You seem to have recovered from your heartache awfully fast, haven't you?"
"What heartache? There's no heartache between Bo Siyan and me!"
"So it looks like you two have made up?"
Ning Xia took a sip of her coffee and said, "Kind of."
"Kind of?"
"Because strictly speaking, we never had a fight. It was just me feeling like he was neglecting me, and now I've come to terms with it on my own, so that's that."
"..."
Love can be so hard to define, and Su Zaozao found she couldn't really comment. If the person involved was okay with it, then why should outsiders say more?