From the corner of his eye, Ye Wangchuan saw a notification pop-up on her cell phone: "Miss Ye, your flight XXXXXX…"
Qiao Nian obviously saw it. She picked up her cell phone and looked at the message. The corner of her mouth curled up. Then, she pushed away the laptop and raised her eyebrows at him. "Done."
Ye Wangchuan's eyes trembled as if the light shone into his heart and shook the earth.
He did not move, still sitting with his head slightly tilted back. His eyes were like a deep lake, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
"Ye Yiyi?"
His voice was cold and hoarse, deep and pleasant to the ears.
Qiao Nian looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Then what should I call you? Ye San? Ye Qi?"
Ye Wangchuan did not say anything and just looked at her.
Qiao Nian was the first to look away. She put her cell phone back in her pocket. "You're the only one in your generation, the one and only Ye Wangchuan. Ye Yiyi."