This series of sweet words brought a smile to the corners of Song Baiyan's eyes.
He pulled down Tang Li's small hand pressing against his cheek, gently holding it tight: "I'm the most important, yet you didn't even look back when you left, just heartless."
Tang Li didn't refute.
Not looking back was out of fear of changing her mind.
Looking at Song Baiyan again, her sense of closeness grew: "Will coming to pick us up tonight delay your work?"
"Work never ends." Song Baiyan stroked her head with his left hand: "But I still have to pick you up, lest in the blink of an eye you're nowhere to be found."
Tang Li heard this playful joke and shook her right hand entwined with Song Baiyan's, "Then no overtime tonight."
Going back to Tan Palace for overtime, it'd be dawn already.
She didn't want him to be so tired: "Stay with me to sleep for a bit first."
But Song Baiyan said, "Just simply sleep?"
"..." That remark was quite ambiguous.
