"When did I stand her up? Didn't I leave her at her door?" Yao Zibao definitely wasn't going to own up to this.
Lu Huan, hearing him say that, went inside his house, ran straight into his room, and pulled open the curtains of the window facing his bed. Pointing towards the house across the street, she asked, "Could it be she lives there?"
"How could that be possible? You know my window faces an old man; he waters the flower pots on his balcony every morning. If there was such a romantic thing happening, I wouldn't be single up until now."
Lu Huan leaned against the windowsill and whistled with a smile, "I just feel that fate works in mysterious ways. She must be living in that house across the street, always facing you. Otherwise, why would she choose this place to live?"
