The bar was noisy, and Chen Kai's group erupted in laughter over something they were discussing.
Lu Jingyan's mind went blank for a moment, and then she felt as if she were soaked in the ocean, drifting and muddled.
—Was she dreaming?
—Was she so looking forward to Sheng Xian's confession that she was hallucinating now?
She stared blankly at the fruit platter on the marble tabletop, her fingers around the glass stiff.
In a daze, someone called her name.
She didn't hear it clearly and took several seconds before slowly lifting her eyes.
She saw Song Xian, pointing in front of her, her mouth opening and closing, seemingly trying to tell her something.
She strained to listen, but she couldn't make out a single word.
Song Xian became a bit anxious until Sheng Xian, sitting next to her, reached for the tissue box at the corner of the table and handed it to Song Xian. Only then did Song Xian stop talking and sit back down after thanking Sheng Xian.
