He Wen settled back into his seat, his gaze sweeping across Chen Hong and Xu Wenyao.
He had spent nearly a year in the lab, and his complexion was a pale, cold white. There weren't many people in the coffee shop, the lighting was dim, and as it shone on him, the breathing of both Xu Wenyao and Chen Hong became noticeably lighter.
He Wen had chosen a seat by the window.
The table was a rectangular piece of raw wood, one end up against the floor-to-ceiling window, with a single stool set apart at the end facing the window. Bai Lian was sitting on this solitary stool.
Her left hand rested casually on the armrest, her demeanor composed and unhurried.
Yu Guang saw that Xu Wenyao and Chen Hong were still standing where they were, so she tilted her chin up at them, signaling them to sit across from He Wen.
"What's the topic this year?" He Wen pushed his laptop aside and turned his head to speak to Bai Lian. He didn't ask whether they had chosen Question A or C.
