As Ye Wenbo reached the top of the stairs, a door creaked open—Ye Wenjia’s.
The two brothers locked eyes.
Cold, detached.
Ye Wenjia’s gaze shifted to the thermos in Ye Wenbo’s hands. “She gave it to you?”
“Yes,” Wenbo replied flatly.
Ye Wenjia raised an eyebrow. “Trying to please the Ye family now? Isn’t it a little too late?”
His tone wasn’t sarcastic—just curious, maybe a bit skeptical.
Wenbo didn’t answer. What could he say?
They barely knew her.
He pressed his lips together and looked down at the thermos in his hands, suddenly feeling foolish. Turning away, he muttered with growing irritation, “Maybe it’s a ghost.”
Ye Wenjia watched him go without a word, then gently closed his door again.
Back in his room, Ye Wenjia threw himself onto the sofa. He flipped through a magazine, played three rounds of a mobile game, scrolled through Weibo, laughed at today’s ridiculous hot takes, and even watched a movie.
Still, Gu Fenyi never came.