At the stairwell, Li Fengchang stood with a cup in his hand, pausing in a dim spot, listening to the conversation coming from downstairs. He heard phrases like "I really like Fengchang," "Fengchang is very good to me," and "Fengchang is great." Ripples stirred on the once still lake of his heart, and the tip of his heart seemed coated in honey, sweet.
He had meant to go downstairs for water, but inexplicably, he returned to his room. It was only when he looked down and saw the empty cup in his hand that he realized, shook his head helplessly, and smiled faintly.
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After sitting for a while, Shen Meizhi left.
After seeing her off at the door, Mi Shen turned around to go back to her room and saw the man who had appeared behind her at some point.
He was holding a cup, standing in the play of light and shadow, looking mysterious and tall.
"Fengchang."
Mi Shen walked over, her height of over one meter seventy still much shorter in front of the man.
