In the elevator, Yan Luoxi wore a beret and a wide scarf that covered half of her face, revealing only a pair of eyes that quietly watched the floor, wondering who knows what.
Li Yeqi stood just a fist's distance away from her. Though they were so close, an invisible barrier seemed to separate them. Suddenly, he wanted to smoke, but as his fingers barely touched the cigarette case, he withdrew his hand.
"Meimei is sick. When will you come to see her? She misses you a lot," Li Yeqi said softly.
Yan Luoxi jerked her head up, asking anxiously, "What's wrong with Mei Mei? Did you take her to the vet? She never got sick when I was there. You definitely haven't been taking good care of her."
Li Yeqi didn't expect her reaction to be so intense. He looked at her steadily for a few seconds and replied nonchalantly, "Hmm."
