"Monitoring! He said he would not do that." Ding Yiyi felt depressed. Her eyes looked out of the window unconsciously and only saw the withered branches.

Ye Chuyun meditated, "Monitoring is not under the ink cloth." He looked at Ding Yiyi's sudden bright eyes, and his heart was bitter. He continued, "My grandmother is back."

Ding Yiyi looked at him puzzled. Ye Chuyun got up and took an apple out of the fruit tray. He went to the window and waved to her. She walked over and watched him shake the apple in his hand. Then she threw it out of the window.

The apple fell to the open space,...