Tan Jing saw that the ceiling was clear the next morning. She was surprised that Lin Miao hadn’t put the picture up yet. “Brother Shui, don’t you miss your older brother? Why didn’t you stick the picture up?”
Lin Miao was washing her face. Hearing this, she thought of the awkwardness yesterday. After a small pause, she responded as if nothing happened, “I can just think about him in my heart, I don’t need to put a picture up.”
Tan Jing giggled, “Brother Shui, you’ll actually never get a boyfriend.”