As Li Siru ran, the lights in the corridor lit up one by one, creating a beautiful scene that made Lu Beiyao glance several times.
"Sisi is still like this, so impetuous!" Li Mengru smiled.
Lu Beiyao then withdrew his gaze and glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "It's twelve o'clock, you should rest too!"
He walked toward his room, and Li Mengru happened to walk along the same path with him, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Li Mengru asked, "You get along well with Sisi?"
She always felt that Lu Beiyao, like her, had a calm demeanor, seemingly uninterested in anything and never really close to anyone.
They had known each other for so many years, and she had never seen Lu Beiyao so friendly with anyone, yet he was just tangled up with her own sister.
He grabbed her by the back of the collar, and she leaned against him, covering his mouth.
Li Mengru glanced at his hand; they hadn't even held hands.
