Shen Jianian adjusted to the light, her eyes opened, meeting Pei Che's complex and indescribable gaze; her last-moment dodge seemed to have hurt him.
She sat up from the bed, swallowed, and hurriedly tried to explain her evasive behavior, appearing somewhat flustered, "Sorry, I might... might not be ready yet."
Pei Che's voice was husky, as if it wasn't his own, "Do you remember what you said earlier?"
What?
Shen Jianian's eyes were blank; she had clearly forgotten the words she subconsciously blurted out, instead asking Pei Che, "What did I just say?"
Pei Che looked at her eyes filled with confusion, not seeming to be faking it, apparently, she didn't recall anything.
For a long while, he finally lacked the courage to mention that person's name in front of her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he brushed it off randomly, "I didn't hear it clearly either." He ruffled Shen Jianian's hair, his fingers still stiff as if just pulled from icy water, "It's late, you should rest well."
