The Mentor was silent for a moment, then rose from his chair and walked away with his hands behind his back, "Kong Youling will be here soon."
The metallic door rumbled open, and the Mentor's silhouette vanished into the bright corridor, but the door didn't immediately close. After a while, a figure dressed in hospital clothes walked in.
Her eyelids drooped, snow-white bangs covering her eyes, her steps were light yet slow.
The door closed shut, and Kong Youling's light-sensitive eyes slowly adjusted to the light. When she opened them, she discovered two hands coming from behind, covering her eyes.
She hesitated, reached out, trying to pry Ji Minghuan's hands away but couldn't, ultimately puffing her cheeks in silent anger.
"I've heard our little penguin can speak now," he said softly, "Is it true? Let me hear it."
Kong Youling said nothing.
"Say something."
Kong Youling turned her face away.
"If you can't, at least coo a little or something."
"Coo coo, ga ga."
