What should I do? What should I do?...
In Lin Chuan's head, millions of "what should I do"s bubbled up. The situation had already progressed to this stage, was he really going to do nothing? Act as if nothing had happened? That's not his style, but he didn't understand her at all, was he supposed to marry her? That's even more unrealistic. Lin Chuan's face was full of conflict, his expression pained.
At this moment, Fang Yuan poked her head out from the kitchen and said, "Lin Chuan, you don't have to feel guilty, I never thought about making you take responsibility."
"Ah..." Lin Chuan heard this and immediately felt a sense of relief, as if a gentle spring breeze had brushed across his face.
Soon after, Fang Yuan brought up breakfast, steamed buns, and both milk and sandwiches, all heated up.
"Just have something casually." Fang Yuan took a seat at the dining table.
During this breakfast, Lin Chuan was somewhat distracted, even more flustered. He was conflicted inside.
