The subtle curve of her chest rose and fell with her breath.
They knew each other, and being together in silence was not awkward. Lin Wanzhou did not find his gaze offensive; it felt more like a hazy emotion.
His gaze swiftly shifted away and did not sweep over that area again.
He inquired about Lin Wanzhou's confidence in topping the next exam, but she couldn't remember her own response. She had no concept of the future, having drifted from place to place since childhood.
The two listened to music across a table, one earphone for each, with the MP4 containing dozens of songs placed in the center of the square table. The rain poured heavily, and the songs in the earphones rotated one after another.
The downpour continued outside the door, and he yawned, half-asleep with his head resting on the table.