As she entered the academic building and started climbing the stairs, at the half-landing turn, she looked up and saw Yao Zibao standing on the steps above, sizing her up.
It seemed he had been lying in wait on the stairs, having seen her talking with Chen Xiaoyi.
"Do you know him?"
She averted her gaze.
"Why aren't you speaking? Are you feeling guilty?"
His words only served to confuse her. She turned back to look at him, her gaze clear, and she could see his fingers, slick with a layer of sweat as they adjusted his glasses, which kept slipping down, "I'm not speaking because I don't know what to say to you."
Yes, his sudden questioning was already strange.
Didn't he detest her to the point of not allowing her to speak a single word to him?
"Then why have you been staring at me since you came back from home today?" He furrowed his brows, very displeased with her blunt response.
