"Wait a moment." Bai Wei panicked as she saw her leaving and wanted to get up but didn't dare to move: "Could you have someone bring me a glass of water, and remember, it needs to be warm boiled water."
When it comes to how strictly artists manage their figures, Bai Wei still counts as someone not easily prone to gaining weight, but she would only eat anything after mixing it with boiled water first. Usually, she only drinks boiled water or tea, like last night, having a coffee late at night was a reward she gave herself.
Fu Han sat on the swing under the grapevine, gently swinging, holding a book of prose poetry in her hands. It wasn't clear if she was actually reading it or not, as she had been staying on the same page for half an hour already.
