He had clearly slept, but the old gentleman's face still looked weary, as if he had no energy or spirit.
It was the same when he said these words.
A soft murmur, so light it seemed to drift over from afar, ready to disperse with a puff of wind.
So unreal, it was almost like an auditory hallucination.
Jiang Ni had been sitting all afternoon, and her bun hairdo had come loose. Now the wind was blowing, and the curly hair at her temples kept brushing past her ears, as if trying to wake her.
"Is it... Qin Jijing?"
The elderly man asked seriously, "Are you in contact with other boys?"
"..." Jiang Ni choked up.
"No, how could that be."
The old man coughed as he spoke, "I don't actually mind you doing that, cough cough cough, having more options isn't a bad thing."
Jiang Ni replied with a tone of helplessness, "It's not good."
The old man laughed, and it was not clear if he was mocking her naivety or something else.
