"Ye, Lizi..."
In the hallway, Wan Mingyi's stuttering voice echoed.
Ye Li got up and walked outside the door, also stunned, "Xie... Xie Chenlu?"
A smoky gray shirt.
Black dress pants.
The long, flowing knotted hair had been trimmed into a neat short style.
There was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
Compared to last night, Xie Chenlu looked like a completely different person.
And the vagrant from last night seemed merely an illusion of him, descending to the mortal world, experiencing distress.
In a blink, Xie Chenlu had transformed back into the gentle and elegant artist-designer from years ago.
If five years ago, Xie Chenlu was brimming with talent.
Then now, he exuded a calm demeanor carried by the passage of time.
Even the anxiety and nervousness of yesterday had faded considerably, Xie Chenlu looked at Ye Li apologetically, "I need to reciprocate your kindness, I can't continue being as muddled as before."