Before the sound of her voice faded, a warmth spread from the back of her hand.
Song Baiyan was holding her left hand, resting it on his thigh, a warmth as tender as the sound of his voice: "Saying such cynical things at such a young age also reflects poorly on me as an adult for not taking good care of you."
Tang Li didn't continue the conversation.
Her hand was slowly grasped tighter, and Song Baiyan's voice came again: "Adults will deal with certain issues themselves. At 20, you should do what 20-year-olds do. Overthinking leads to aging quickly."
"Getting old quickly isn't bad, it'll make us a better match standing together then."
"Do I already look that old now?"
"Not old." Tang Li denied: "Not old at all."
Song Baiyan sighed with a laugh.
Then he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder, drawing her close to him: "At your age, wanting to act and make money is commendable. As for those things that give you nightmares, it's still best to stay far away from them."
