Naturally, the person standing outside the door was Yuying. She was delighted when she heard Xia Liang's voice. This is the right place. I didn't make a mistake.
Pushing the door open, she went inside. Xia Liang saw it was Yuying and was somewhat curious himself.
"Eh? Yuying? What brings you here? There are plenty of entertainment facilities over there," he said.
Yuying lied without blushing or skipping a beat. "I don't really like those kinds of places; they're too noisy. I usually prefer to be alone, reading or painting." She said this because Xia Liang was in the art studio painting. To appeal to his interests, she claimed painting as her hobby as well.
She had thought this would make Xia Liang see her in a new light, but all he did was comment indifferently, "Oh."
With that, the conversation ended. He turned back to his work on the three-meter-long canvas.
