Wu Yuan gathered her courage and sent the message.
She then placed the phone face-up on the coffee table, picked up her laptop from the side, opened it and sat down on the floor, using the coffee table to bear the weight, and blissfully admired the view.
Li Shi and Chen Mu Ling were still on their way to the Shanghai City Dance Troupe. Chen Mu Ling had tired from watching the scenery in the car and was dozing off with her head resting on his left leg.
Her body felt limp as if her bones had been sapped away from the gratitude she'd received all morning and afternoon.
She was as soft as mud, and felt terrific to the touch.
After receiving Wu Yuan's WeChat message, he took out his phone in surprise, typing with one hand: "What's up?"