The interview didn't finish until six-thirty in the evening.
After all the reporters had left, Zhou Yun sat on the sofa, resting with her eyes closed.
After talking for about four hours straight, her brain felt muddled, and she felt rather silly.
Zheng Xiaojue knew Zhou Yun too well; she somehow managed to bring over a glass of iced grape wine and handed it to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun took a sip and felt revitalized.
Song Chi arrived.
Seeing the tired expression on Zhou Yun's face, he felt a pang of pity but didn't show it too much. Instead, he softly suggested, "Let's eat something together."
"Sure," Zhou Yun nodded.
The two of them had dinner at the hotel restaurant.
Zhou Yun was too exhausted to speak, and Song Chi understood her, saying before she could force herself to speak, "Let's just enjoy a quiet dinner."
Zhou Yun smiled at him.
He always understood her.
