Xie Yiren hung up the phone. She no longer had that burst of enthusiasm from before. Especially when Xie Ning said that they were coming back, Xie Yiren and Zheng Ren had their own worries.
In the dark room, the two of them hugged again. The surge of emotions had disappeared, leaving only a faint warmth and tranquility.
"Yiren, is your father easy to talk to?" Zheng Ren asked worriedly.
"My dad is pretty good at conversation."
"What requirements does he have for your boyfriend?"
"Um..." Xie Yiren muttered. Zheng Ren gently kissed her ear. Little Yiren laughed and said, "That tickles. Stop fooling around."
Xie Yiren walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the black, monstrous, ugly post-modernist building opposite her. She was lost in thought.
