Instantly.
Tang Si froze.
Song Yi licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the screen, listening as he remained silent.
Did he not hear what she just said?
Should… she say it again?
Her red lips pressed together, after a moment—
She softly said, "Tang Si, I said, it's okay."
The woman's voice was clear and soft, gentle and cool, making one feel pleasant inside.
"I heard." He replied.
Song Yi tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion: "Then why aren't you speaking?"
"Mm." Tang Si pondered his tone, honestly saying: "A bit afraid."
Although last time, it had already come to that point.
But Song Yi didn't know how nervous he was.
It felt somewhat unreal; such a good girl like her, did she end up with him?
"Afraid of what?"
Tang Si's tone was soft: "Afraid of everything."
Afraid you'll leave, afraid to lose you, afraid that if you leave, I really won't be able to let go easily.
His sudden seriousness and solemnness made Song Yi's smile fade a little.
