He's making progress, how about you?
These short six words left Zhong Ruixi stunned for quite a while.
It seemed as if some invisible force had fixed her in place, her gaze slightly vacant, lips lightly pursed, fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of her teacup.
She was like a motionless statue, her breathing becoming gentle and slow.
Mou Keyan's seemingly casual question was exactly what she had never thought about.
"..."
The ponytail girl didn't know what to say for a moment.
After a few seconds of silence, she picked up her teacup, lifted her head, and drank the green tea in it all in one go.
So bitter.
She wasn't sure if it was the lingering bitterness of the tea in her mouth or the bitterness of pondering this question further.
Bitter tea down the throat made her heart ache.
"Rui Rui, actually, maybe you misunderstood me all along."
Mou Keyan saw her remaining silent, still with a smile, leaning forward, getting closer to Zhong Ruixi.
