"Hey, Little Mister, can you understand what I'm saying?" Ning Yu'er suddenly asked, but noticed that Tang Ye was just sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the white wall in front of him.
"Ah, Little Mister... What's wrong?" Ning Yu'er waved her delicate hand in front of his white eyes. Tang Ye seemed to snap out of his daze and glanced at her with an inexplicable expression, but he didn't say a word.
Ning Yu'er was a bit frustrated. She didn't know how many days she had been living with Tang Ye -- was it one day? Or two? She had happened to notice a watch on Tang Ye's left wrist but didn't dare to grab his hand to check the time.
Sometimes Tang Ye would respond to her with a nod or a strange 'hehe' sound, but most of the time he seemed not to hear her. Moreover, every time they got too close, he would go for a run outside. That was what made her feel the most uncomfortable.
