She was just about to unfold the letter to see what it was all about.
As a result, Yan Ye stood at the door knocking. Seeing the pile of dirty clothes under Yan Huan's feet, his brow furrowed into a "S": "I mean, can you keep your word? Is this what you call doing my laundry for me?"
"Uh... sorry about that. I totally forgot after the New Year celebrations," Yan Huan said, trying to brave it out.
"How could you forget everything but yourself?" Yan Ye bent down to pick up the clothes, "Never mind, I'll take them back and wash them myself."
"Well... is that really okay?"
"You say you feel bad, but I see you don't seem to care much at all," Yan Ye glanced at Yan Huan, ready to leave, when he suddenly noticed what she was holding in her hand, "What's that?"
