Gu Xiyue's lips twitched slightly, a trace of amusement coloring her gaze, but she didn't expose Gu Zhiqi. Taking a book, she walked over and sat down beside her, then looked at Gu Zhiqi, "Do you mind if I sit here and read?"
Gu Zhiqi shook her head, "It's your turf; do as you like."
"Just don't want to disturb you."
Gu Zhiqi replied, "That won't happen."
Hearing this, Gu Xiyue's lips curved into a slight smile, setting the book on the stone table, and looked at the paper book that Gu Zhiqi had placed there, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes.
If she remembered correctly, when Gu Zhiqi moved into the courtyard, she seemed not to have brought anything with her. Where did this book come from?
Though she felt curious, she didn't ask. Instead, she opened the book she had placed on the table and began to read intently.
She had read less than half a page when her phone in her pocket rang.
