"Really couldn't tell, huh..."
Syrupy sweet words seemed like signals, letting the ambiguity slowly rise in the air.
Zhong Ruixi's brows arched, looking delighted, "Why didn't I know Zhang Ailing could be used this way back in school?"
"Because you hadn't figured it out yet back then."
Lu Jincheng chuckled, finally stopping his glance around, and sat back beside Zhong Ruixi.
"Well... it's not too late now."
Zhong Ruixi pursed her lips, raised her arm, and undid the hair tie at the back of her neck, letting her hair fan out like a cloud waterfall.
She crossed her arms over her head and stretched.
The old topic was dropped, and the new one hadn't started yet.
They suddenly fell into a few seconds of silence.
Back home, Zhong Ruixi wore only a loose, waist-revealing pale beige knit sweater and light blue jeans, not even having time to change into pajamas.
There wasn't really anything special.
