Even saying it out loud, she couldn't believe herself.
She decided to change the subject: "Are you getting ready to leave?"
"It's already two." Song Baiyan glanced at his watch on his left wrist: "If I don't leave now, I might not make it back for supper."
"..."
Tang Li felt an inexplicable sweetness in her heart, then said, "If you're really busy, it's okay not to go for supper."
Song Baiyan: "It's not good to go back on a promise."
"Then you better get going."
Tang Li tactfully stepped aside.
Reopening the car door, Song Baiyan paused briefly, then turned around to instruct: "If I get held up, I'll contact you later."
"…Okay."
Watching the jeep drive away, the flush on Tang Li's face still hadn't faded.
Returning to the hotel in the evening, after dinner and a shower, she looked at her short hair in the mirror and suddenly didn't know what to wear to keep the appointment.
In the end, she chose the clothes she wore on any other day.
