"Also," perhaps because she said too many "nice words" today, Ziyi's thick skin could not bear it. She avoided Qin Yuhuan's sincere gaze, lowered her head to look at her toes, and raised her feet to align with Qin Yuhuan's toes.

Qin Yuhuan has always been very patient with Ziyi. As long as Ziyi doesn't say anything else, she will just wait there quietly, her eyes always gentle and tolerant.

"Didn't you ask me about moving last time?" The cool summer breeze blew by, calming Ziyi's heart a little. "I never got the chance to answer you. Emotionally, you're the one who built this house. Rationally, though... the security in this neighborhood isn't very good."

Ziyi came here quite often, but the male owner on the third floor of Qin Yuhuan's building seemed to always be observing them. Just this exploratory look made Ziyi uncomfortable.

"But I support whatever decision you make."

Ziyi could not personally understand the sorrows Qin Yuhuan had experienced in the past, but she had basic empathy and could fully imagine what a "home" decorated by herself meant to Qin Yuhuan.

"Ziyi, you always..." Qin Yuhuan paused, as if considering his words, "very sensible and comforting."

"It's you who are so magnanimous that you don't mind me crossing the line. I can still be a bit of a patron saint sometimes." Ziyi knows herself well. She is too decisive, and being sensible doesn't really apply to her.

According to common sense, the progress of her friendship with Qin Yuhuan was too fast, especially since Qin Yuhuan was such a slow and gentle person.

But Ziyi didn't want Qin Yuhuan to die this winter, so she rudely squeezed into Qin Yuhuan's life in her own way, forcibly changing the fate of Qin Yuhuan, who was destined to die in obscurity.

Ziyi didn't know what the consequences would be. The only thing she knew was that Qin Yuhuan was a good person. She shouldn't have died at such a young age, nor should she have died so miserably.

"Go back early, but I have a small suggestion. Maybe you can install a smart door lock, the kind with surveillance, which will be safer. The uncle on the third floor of your house..." Ziyi frowned.

"He's just always been curious about what I do for a living," Qin Yuhuan smiled faintly. "It's not just him. Some people will ask me directly when they meet me, but some won't. In the community, some... some are kept here, so the residents in this community are more excited about it than in other places."

"But it doesn't matter. Whether I am or not, I don't need to explain to others. Ziyi, I will take good care of myself. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, good luck tomorrow. You go upstairs first." Ziyi pushed Qin Yuhuan into the corridor. "I'll wait until you turn on the lights in the living room before leaving."

Qin Yuhuan obediently went upstairs, but did not turn on the living room light immediately after entering the house. Instead, he went to the corridor in the dark and found Ziyi's location. Then he went back into the house and turned on the light. Then he ran half a floor and stuck his head out to look at Ziyi.

There was no corridor light where she was standing, but Ziyi didn't notice it. She just stared in the direction of Qin Yuhuan's house until there was light in the living room, then she turned around and went back to the car.

Ziyi thought she was sending Qin Yuhuan upstairs, but she didn't know that every time they parted, Qin Yuhuan would stand in an unknown corner, watching her go away again and again.

Shen Zhiming's blind date, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly lit up again.

The blind date guy Cheng Xian seemed to be a very busy man. After more than a month of no contact, he suddenly sent me a message saying that he had a good impression of me when they met last time and wanted to arrange a dinner together to continue the relationship.

Shen Zhiming looked at the message sent by Cheng Xian, his facial features wrinkled, and he took a screenshot and forwarded it to Ziyi.

I called him and said, "Do you think this guy is interesting? I haven't heard from him in over a month since we had dinner together. I thought he wasn't interested. Now, over a month later, he's saying he wants to develop a relationship with us. He's handsome... Anyway, you can't just do whatever you want, right?"

Complaints aside, Ziyi could see that Shen Zhiming was a little eager to make a second appointment.

"Last time you went on a blind date, A gave him the money for the meal. Did he accept it?" Ziyi learned to beat around the bush.

"Yes, he accepted it. At first he said no, but I said I should give it a try. So he accepted it. After that, I haven't heard from him since."

Recently, her childhood friend sent her various blind date posts. Only then did Shen Zhiming realize that blind dates are a very complicated subject. There are even rules about where to choose to meet, eat, drink and have fun.

It's too expensive, and she's afraid people will say she's materialistic. If it's too cheap...she can't afford it. It's not that Shen Zhiming dislikes cheap restaurants, but of course she would eat at places like this with acquaintances. For blind dates...she always feels that they are not that familiar with each other.

"That's fine, isn't it? Maybe they just like the fact that you don't take advantage of others by paying for meals." Ziyi sneered, "I don't have anything to say about splitting the bill for meals, but people who like splitting the bill aren't suitable for life together. Chen Zhiming, I strongly suggest you don't get carried away. Otherwise, if you're still splitting the bill after getting married, you'll be worse off than a prostitute."

Shen Zhiming: ...

"You don't have work tonight, wait for me at home." He turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn with ease.

The car was submerged in the traffic and finally stopped at Shen Zhiming's house.

Shen Zhiming even registered Ziyi's fingerprint on the combination lock, for fear that one day she would do something outrageous and her fingerprint would not be able to be scanned. At that time, she could still call Ziyi to help her out. Not only that, she even gave Ziyi the spare key.

It is so obvious that he relies on Ziyi as a backer.

After Ziyi came over, she took Shen Zhiming's phone and rejected it for her.

"You don't like Cheng Xian, Ziyi, this time I really see it." Shen Zhiming said with a little regret, "But if you don't like it, I won't contact you."

Shen Zhiming is not very good at making the choice between an unfamiliar blind date and a childhood friend.

"I don't like him, I still hate him, Shen Zhiming."

Ziyi sat down next to Shen Zhiming. Normally, she should have dumped out a lot of negative information about Cheng Xian to slap him in the face, but it was very infuriating. The people she called in searched Cheng Xian thoroughly but found nothing.

He has won various honorary awards since he was a child. His past life experience can almost be described as beautiful. His personality and temperament are just a bit silent and he doesn't talk much.

In their previous life, they were deceived by this appearance and thought he was a good person, so now Ziyi can only use the affection they had for many years to bind Shen Zhiming.

"Don't ask me why," Ziyi interrupted Shen Zhiming's desire to get to know him better. "I've never met him, and we don't know each other. It's just a hunch. Can you listen to me this time? I've never asked you for anything since I was a child."

"It's okay, Yiyi, don't worry about it." Shen Zhiming leaned against Ziyi, "We have known each other for so many years. When you liked Shu Baizhu, I was also strongly against it. I will listen to you, Yiyi."