"Played it wrong?"
Lai Zhiyun scratched her neck.
She had indeed been distracted just now.
"Has your heart already flown back home? Why don't we call it a day? We can continue tomorrow," Lin Zhenzhen squeezed her eyes and teased with a grin.
"Let's pause for a break."
Not being in the right state of mind, Lai Zhiyun felt she needed to take a breather.
She stood up from the chair and walked over to the wall, then plopped down onto the bean bag chair.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Zhenzhen came over and sat on the floor beside the bean bag chair.
"I'm wondering if Zhou Liao is upset?"
Lai Zhiyun, with most of her body sunken into the embrace of the bean bag chair, lay back, staring blankly at the ceiling above and said listlessly.
"Not really? When he came in, I saw him... uh..."
His energy didn't seem as vibrant as the last time I saw him, and his complexion also appeared a bit haggard.
Lin Zhenzhen started to speak but then paused.
