Tang Li gripped the water cup in her hand tightly.
Even though she knew it wasn't an auditory hallucination, she couldn't help but harbor some doubts.
Then, the chair beside her was pulled out.
Song Baiyan sat down, and upon seeing her still holding the water cup without reaction, he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His trousers and shoes were impeccable, and his hands casually linked on top of his legs. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Haven't snapped out of it yet?"
The familiar voice, carrying the warmth she knew well, was like an electric current surging into her heart, tingling throughout her body.
Tang Li didn't turn her head to look at him and instead opened the cup lid to take a sip of water.
After a long while, she pretended to be calm and looked over: "Aren't you busy today? Why did you come?"
"I need to rest no matter how busy I am."
