"What is his purpose then?"
"Still unclear..."
Ke Yinzhi's face drooped, his eyes hidden under his bangs, his lips curling up slightly, "But we have plenty of time, we can follow the clues and bring this person out step by step. Since he's here, we should give him a proper welcome."
....
....
At the same time, in a room on the second floor.
"Are you okay?"
As Ke Mingye spoke, he walked into the room, casually closed the door, and then sat down beside the bed.
"I'm okay."
Bai Ziling was squatting on the bed, leaning against the corner of the wall. She had a sketchbook in her lap, her right hand holding colored pencils doodling on it. Beside the pillow was the denim jacket Ke Mingye had snagged from the clothing store.
