Yet, the very next second, they just exchanged smiles, like old friends who have known each other for many years.
Without a word of apology nor an embarrassed expression, they acted as if nothing had happened, naturally and casually.
This peculiar feeling caused a slight sparkle in Yuanya's eyes.
"You're like me, you prefer silence."
She didn't have time to think more when Gong Shaofan's voice brought her back to reality, seeing him casually placing down his already emptied glass.
She replied, "You probably also like oil painting, like me."
Meeting his confused gaze, Yuanya's eyes swept towards his hand, simultaneously opening her right hand, revealing a thin layer of calluses.
"Even in the same place!" She had touched his hand just now, and the calluses he had formed were exactly in this spot.
Gong Shaofan's tender smile deepened at his lips, "My grandfather and mother both like oil painting, I came into contact with it because of them."
