For a moment, the atmosphere lapsed into silence.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Nan Yu spoke, "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
She didn't continue the topic, "Yingqing, you're going back to City C tomorrow to do the makeup shoot for the magazine, what time is your flight?"
Song Yingqing replied, "My flight is at 8 AM tomorrow, I might not be back until the day after tomorrow."
She paused for a moment, suddenly remembered something, "Xiao Yu, you need to wait for me to come back before looking for houses, ok?"
Nan Yu laughed softly, "I'll take a look first, and we can go pick one together after you're back."
Song Yingqing thought for a moment, "That works too."
Nan Yu checked the time, "It's getting late, and you have to catch a plane tomorrow—better rest early."
Song Yingqing nodded, stood up, and went back to her room to rest.
But Nan Yu stayed put, pulling out her cellphone and scrolling through her WeChat contacts list, endlessly swiping downward.
