He barely had a concept of home, yet the homely appearance of Chen Zhi unexpectedly gave him a sense of what home felt like.
A bit warm, a bit comfortable, a bit touching.
But these emotions just flickered through the bottom of his heart; he didn't dwell on them, throwing himself back into work instead.
Before long, Chen Zhi stood up and came over to him, seemingly with something to ask, yet she didn't call out to him.
He had to stop what he was doing and looked at her with raised brows in confusion.
"What does this character mean?" Chen Zhi placed the document in front of him, pointing at a word.
"Pile, like in cement mixing pile."
"And these two?"
"Anti-seepage."
"What about this one?"
"Transfer beam."
"And this?"
"Partition."
"And this one…" Chen Zhi asked about a dozen terms in total, which Si Ye answered patiently.
Afterwards, he asked with curiosity, "Have you finished reading everything?"
