Calm.
Ni Yang seemed too calm to him.
Shangguan Dehui even had the illusion that Ni Yang already knew what he was going to say.
Although the kid was only eighteen years old, she gave Shangguan Dehui an inexplicable sense of oppression, the kind of feeling a guilt-ridden student has when seeing their teacher, but he was supposed to be that teacher.
Shangguan Dehui picked up his cup and took a sip of tea, trying hard to calm himself down as he carefully chose his words in his mind.
Ni Yang didn't rush either, gently stirring the coffee in her cup, not saying anything before Shangguan Dehui spoke.
Although the atmosphere was quiet, it was not awkward.
It wasn't until all the dishes were served that Shangguan Dehui finally spoke, "Yangyang."
"Yes, go ahead." Ni Yang put down the silver spoon in her hand and looked up at Shangguan Dehui.
Looking directly into the other person's eyes when speaking shows basic respect.
