"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yunxi noticed Qiao Yi's eyes were glistening as she looked at him, making him feel tense.
He reached out to touch her forehead: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Qiao Yi smiled a bit, afraid he would spoil her, and with a sour nose said, "You don't have to be so good to me. At dinner, Dad also said to try to let go so I can have space to grow."
At first, she thought it was no big deal to go out for a few days.
But with Yunxi doing this repeatedly, she found herself reluctant to leave.
She suddenly stood up, pushed Yunxi to sit by the bedside, and reached out to mess up his hair wildly with her hands before stopping, looking at him playfully.
Yunxi looked at her confused: "What are you doing?"
"Stress relief." Qiao Yi hugged his head: "This is stress relief."
Yunxi pondered.
Although he didn't understand how messing up his hair could relieve stress, perhaps everyone has a different way to relieve stress?
