"Well, I'll just bring it up casually at the dinner party and tell him about it then."
Is the dinner party a good choice?
She felt a lump in her throat, as if preparing herself for the words she was about to say at the dinner party.
But the mere thought of the past and her usual lazy, flawed self trying to express some feelings and stories made her nervous.
"Ding dong, elevator going down."
The elevator's descent indicator lit up, the floor numbers changing constantly, the scarlet light casting on Tong Yingying's face, intensifying the anxiety in her heart.
So she subconsciously took out a flip-top lighter and pulled out a cigarette from the box in her pocket.
The slender touch of the cigarette rotated between her fingers, and the flame sparked upon friction with the lighter's flint.
But just as the cigarette was about to be lit, a slender finger gently rested on her hand.
"..."
