The cold moonlight gleamed through the window; there were few stars in the night sky.
Lin Qian was in her pajamas. She sat on the bed with her legs crossed, chin held in one hand, staring blankly ahead of herself.
"I trust you." Li Zhicheng's voice, low and clear, was still lingering in her ears and swirling around her head.
There was no denying that Lin Qian was starting to feel a little off.
The feeling had actually started when he'd said, "Someone suggested to me that we get the Ming Sheng Group project."
Her uneasiness had amplified when he'd said, "I made my decision at noon."
When he had lightly said "I trust you," the somehow-overwhelming feeling had finally made her realize that the uneasiness and excitement inside her was flattery.
