Song Weiyi buried her head in his embrace, her eyes feeling a bit sour and warm, filled with worry yet also heartwarming.
And Pei Yibai, who had originally planned to leave, came to a hard stop at the entrance.
He lifted his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then it landed on Song Weiyi's back, slowly, gently stroking her spine.
Her reaction also shocked Pei Yibai, for she was trembling and shuddering.
"What's wrong? Who bullied you? Don't tell me I did something bad when I was drunk last night?" Pei Yibai joked, clearly remembering that last night, it was almost he who had been bullied enough by her, not the other way around.
Deep inside, Song Weiyi's thoughts had taken many twists and turns, a woman at times is a scientist, a philosopher, that saying was truly not wrong.
She thought, what kind of pressure and discomfort must Pei Yibai be under to act as if nothing happened, his face calm as if the one who had been fired wasn't him, and instead, he was comforting her?
