Complex Situation

At dawn, the dew on the branches of the garden froze. The petals fluttered to the ground, soundlessly sinking into the dirt. The fragrance of flowers and red tea floated in the air.

Lola’s eyes were slightly misty, as if she had just woken up, but they were indescribably enchanting. She studied the youth before her and smiled. "Did you come so early in the morning to give me good or bad news?"

"To be honest, I don’t know if it’s good or bad." Ye Qingxuan sighed and scratched his head. "But you should probably know already, right?"

"Then it must be good," Lola realized. She smiled gleefully.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Ye Qingxuan asked helplessly.

Lola raised her eyes and asked in reply, "Didn’t tell you what?"