Xiang Kun did not evade Old Xia's gaze. He looked at her closely, observing every subtle change in her expression and her eyes. He collected sensory information from her body and even sensed the "brush-written lyrics" and "black circle graffiti" that should be in her bag at this moment.
Yet he still could not detect any emotional changes from Old Xia. All he could tell was that she was observing him as well.
Their eye contact lasted only two seconds. Xia Libing swallowed the biscuit she had been chewing and said, "I hardly ever dream."
"Hardly ever dream means you have dreamt, although rarely?" Xiang Kun replied with a curious expression, half-seriously and half-jokingly, "I am somewhat curious now, Old Xia. What are your dreams like? Can you tell me?"
