Watching the two elders leave the living room, the room fell into silence.
Yan Xiaye and Li Beicheng had nothing to say, absent-mindedly tracing the embossed patterns on the cup with her fingertips, waiting to hear his opinion without much expectation.
Unfortunately, Li Beicheng was equally in no rush to speak, his deep eyes fixed on her face, entirely unaware that such a straightforward gaze could be considered a kind of covert harassment.
Yan Xiaye felt uneasy under his gaze, her patience exhausted as she met his silent stare and succinctly said, "I'll give you three more minutes; if you still don't speak, we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."
Eyes met, the atmosphere remained silent and oppressive.
After nearly a minute of brief silence, Li Beicheng gazed at her intently and spoke calmly, "Yan Xiaye, do you remember the scene when we first met?"
Yan Xiaye was taken aback, then awkwardly turned her eyes away, "I don't remember."
