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Mimi instinctively held her breath, waiting for that voice to sound again. The room fell silent for a moment, and at that moment, her heartbeat was so clear. Fortunately, she spoke up in anticipation.
"I met him by chance. It was already late, and the lights in that place were dim. He was dressed in all black, half of him hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. I only remember his voice, which was exceptionally clear," she said, slowly looking at the glass of red wine in her hand. She gently swirled it, and the wine lazily caught the light in the room, dancing softly. Her dazed expression reflected in the glass. At this moment, she knew clearly that her mind was replaying the scenes from that night—both clear and hazy.
Suddenly waking up from her reverie, she felt surprised. What was happening to her?
As she waited for the next sentence but it didn't come, Mimi quickly turned around to look at the woman leaning against the side of the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on the glass cup in her hand, lost in thought as if she had detached from reality; memory and reality had become intertwined.
Today’s heart-to-heart moment with Sister Ning was unprecedented for Mimi. She sensed there would be no continuation and that today’s shocking moment was coming to an end. However, that slightly tipsy voice with a hint of red wine sounded again.
With a sigh, the voice was filled with regret.
"How should I describe that voice to you? It was like... um, like taking a sip of freshly made hot cocoa on a snowy day with a biting wind, instantly bringing warmth back from my heart to my limbs. That feeling is indescribable."
"He must look like a very warm person," Mimi instinctively replied, as a vague outline appeared in her mind.
"Look warm?" He Shuning instinctively recalled that black figure and murmured back, "Not at all."
"Huh? Sister Ning, what did you say?"
The person across from her seemed lost in thought again.
Mimi felt an intense curiosity about that chance encounter and couldn't wait to know his true identity. During her time following Sister Ning, he was the first and only "legendary figure" who had evoked any emotional response from Sister Ning.
Looking at Sister Ning, her wine glass was already empty, but her eyes were fixed on the world of lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The neon city lights captivated her for a moment before she calmly withdrew her gaze and said lightly,
"There's simply no comparison."
She then waved her hand dismissively and walked towards the bedroom.
Mimi, holding a spoon in her hand, realized that the rice noodles in the pot were still untouched. "Sister Ning, you haven't eaten your rice noodles yet?"
He Shuning turned her head to look at Mimi, raised her fair arm, and gestured with her overturned wine glass before directly turning back to the bedroom.
Mimi understood that she would have to finish the pot of rice noodles by herself.
The rice noodles were just an excuse. She suddenly felt a great sense of joy; Sister Ning had someone and something she wanted to share, like a kite that had been floating in the air, finally feeling a tug on the string held in her hand.
Mimi felt a sense of stability in her heart.
Meanwhile, lying on the bed, He Shuning thought that she must have gone crazy tonight or perhaps was drunk.
But she hadn't drunk any alcohol before speaking; it was absurd to think she was already tipsy without having had a drink.
She gently shook her head; her eyes were indeed a bit unfocused, but her mind remained clear.
So what was she doing? It was baffling to have pulled Mimi into such strange conversations.
She felt that ever since she met that person, she had become particularly strange.
Regarding her behavior tonight, she thought she must have been overly fatigued from her busy schedule, feeling somewhat disoriented.
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