Thinking this way, Bai Yiyi actually did it.
Of course, after she handed the dumplings she was holding to Gu Kai, she didn't say a word and turned around to leave.
"Bai Yiyi."
Behind her, Gu Kai's voice rose somberly, tinged with displeasure and that inherent authoritative dominance.
It was like an invisible hand suddenly grabbed her.
Bai Yiyi's steps halted, her body stiff, unwilling to turn back.
A few steps away, Gu Kai held the bag she had handed him, his eyes dark and pond-like, intently staring at her rigid back, his thin lips pressed into a line.
The air seemed to stop flowing for a moment.
An indescribable heaviness spread through the corridor.
After waiting for a dozen seconds, when Bai Yiyi did not hear Gu Kai speak, she bit her lip, planning to continue walking forward.
However, as she was about to walk, she heard footsteps from behind; it was Gu Kai, who seemed to sigh softly.
Bai Yiyi was unsure if it was her own illusion.
