Lai Jiayi clenched her teeth tight, waiting for Zhao Yang's response, and her question just startled Zhao Yang awake. The guy blinked fast, and his ears suddenly turned red.
"No. Nothing." He averted his eyes away and coughed to ease his embarrassment.
'Did I just stare at her? For a second back then, she looks exactly like Biyu.'
Zhao Yang stole a glance at Lai Jiayi's brown hair, which turned golden under the sunset light.
'...is this coincidence? No, no. I must be delusional.'
Zhao Yang felt his heart tightened. The man clenched his pants and strode away from the place, leaving Lai Jiayi behind. He then sat down on the sofa in the living room.
TING! [Barometer rises!]
Lai Jiayi and Yaya paused. They looked at each other with glistening eyes.
[We did it! Ah, ah, we accomplish the mission!!] Lai Jiayi shouted in her mind.
[Congrats, quack! I know you can do this!] Yaya raised a thumb.
