"Let's go inside."
"To your house? That's probably not a good idea."
Fan Zhengyu somewhat regretted coming over, thinking it would be awkward if his family was there.
"My parents aren't coming home tonight." Yun Hezhi held her hand and walked inside, picking up the suitcase by the door, while Fan Zhengyu carried his violin and followed him in.
It was so dark that one could hardly see the appearance of the yard, quite old-fashioned.
"Does Pingjiang have no heating? It's too cold; your house should have air conditioning, right..." Fan Zhengyu followed him into the house, and as she just put down her violin, the person walking in front suddenly turned around, and she instinctively stepped back.
Yun Hezhi chuckled softly.
"What are you dodging?"
"I didn't dodge, you suddenly turned around, I..."
