At night, Meng Xi'er sat on the bed with her phone, blankly staring into space. The dim light cast a shadow on her, making her look like a fragile silhouette that could shatter upon touch.
Her long hair fell on her shoulders, appearing a touch golden under the light. Lu Yebai emerged from the bathroom, casting a glance at her.
Meng Xi'er sat there, holding her phone. The screen was pitch black, and she gazed down, lost deep in thought.
Lu Yebai stared at her side profile, his eyes grew profoundly deep. He asked without changing his expression, "Why do I get the feeling that you're waiting for something lately?"
Upon hearing his words, Meng Xi'er paused and lifted her head to glance at Lu Yebai, who stood not far behind her.
The man's eyes were dark and deep, studying her expression with a certain degree of scrutiny.
Meng Xi'er's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and responded indifferently, "I'm just lost in thought. What could I possibly be waiting for?"
