For the first time, I felt that a meal tasted like chewing on wax.
Tang Si pressed his lips together, looked up at Song Yi, his peach blossom eyes intensely dark: "Shall I take you home later?"
Song Yi shook her head: "I drove here."
"Hmm."
The atmosphere suddenly turned silent.
Tang Si ate his meal, glancing up at Song Yi, looking again and again.
He wanted to find a topic but didn't know where to start.
Not knowing what to talk about, he realized that except for her temperament, he knew pathetically little about her life.
He had even less standing now to ask her to do or answer anything.
Song Yi just kept staring at him, saying nothing.
She knew he was tired; it was written all over his face.
The corners of her mouth moved as she prepared to say she was leaving.
But his voice came to her ears: "How have you been recently?"
He lifted his eyes, his peach blossom eyes quietly fixing on hers: "I mean, work-wise, life-wise."
Song Yi was a bit surprised he would ask this.
