The driver brought Su Weiyi's belongings inside, carrying them upstairs. Although Su Weiyi lowered her eyelids, she still felt Sheng Yanxiao's gaze on her. She could sense that his gaze was quite calm, without the slightest ripple or warmth, yet it felt like her heart was being roasted on fire, unbearably painful.
"I'll go up and tidy up first."
Su Weiyi almost fled upstairs, closing the room door, leaning her whole body against the door panel, and taking two deep breaths.
In three years, he has grown up, and she has grown up too.
But three years ago, they didn't seem like siblings. Now, they even more don't look like that.
Sheng Yanxiao has already developed the ruggedness of a man, fundamentally different from the slender bones of his youth, whereas she, apart from being skinnier and having longer hair, remains the same without significant change.
