Mu Ci slowly walked to the sofa next to Si Jinghuai and sat down. The sofa was very soft.

The quieter she was, the more unsure and worried Si Jinghuai felt.

"What's wrong?" Si Jinghuai noticed that something was wrong with her mood.

"Nothing." Mu Ci smiled faintly. She just stared at the paper-cuts on the window in a daze.

Si Jinghuai thought she found it ugly and pretended to tear it off, but was stopped by Mu Ci.

"Stick it on, it looks nice." She hasn't ...