He couldn't afford to joke around with Deng Lin any longer. He sat upright and opened a document, his fingers tapping incessantly on the keyboard, but all his attention was on that voice, with the corner of his eye fixated on the doorway.
She had come in.
He heard her laughter, bright and clear. He saw a corner of her down jacket. Hmm, today she was wearing the black one; he preferred the gray-blue one. When she smiled at him from within that soft gray-blue cocoon, she was like a small iris flower, tranquil and beautiful, as if the bustling world ceased to exist, leaving only her and him.
"Hey, what's that on your desk? Milk tea?" a colleague exclaimed in surprise, "Which shop's open so early? Let me see, hmm, there's no logo!"
He didn't hear her reply.
The colleague continued, "Little Sha, I'm telling you, drink less milk tea; it's too caloric. But you're so thin..."
"That makes sense."
He finally heard her speak, but the following words...
