Su Zimai drooped her head, not speaking for a long time.
The shop interior still displayed a scene of clinking glasses and crossed chopsticks, with customers sporting the joy of an all-night revelry after work, only the two at the bar remained silent like a freeze-frame in a movie. The waitstaff had stopped serving dishes; there was still plenty of leftover sushi on the table.
Ke Qirui raised her distinctly jointed right hand, propping her cheek, and asked her with a sideways glance, "Are you full?"
"I'm full."
"Are you alright?"
"No problem... we're meeting with Blue Arc officially in a few days. If he truly is my brother, I will definitely be able to tell," Su Zimai's voice was slightly hoarse.
