But once words are spoken, they're like water splashed out, impossible to retrieve.
Xiao Yixing sat down on the sofa next to him. Naturally introverted, he seldom spoke even when he visited someone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't.
He simply said to Wen Xian:
"Everything went smoothly with the delivery, right?"
Wen Xian, sitting on the edge of the bed with an apple in her hand, had stopped eating. She had also set aside the script she was holding, and she responded with a chuckle,
"Yes, yes, everything went smoothly with the delivery."
Just joking. If it hadn't gone smoothly, could she still be sitting here just fine?
Professor Xiao fell silent for a moment before saying, "That's good."
Wen Xian: "..."
She smiled and nodded her head, then quickly shifted her gaze toward Huo Qi.
A subtly awkward atmosphere gradually filled the room, becoming increasingly thought-provoking.
Damn, her mouth that shouldn't have spoken.
