Lan Qingyue stood outside the door, smiling, her hands clasped together as if she were a little awkward.

Wei Yu suppressed all her emotions and asked with a smile, "Qingyue, what's wrong? Why aren't you resting so late?"

Lan Qingyue blinked her bright, clear eyes, which were completely free of any impurities. "I... I saw that the light in your room was still on, so I came to take a look."

Wei Yu looked up at the room across the street and saw that there was indeed light on. She took a step back and asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Lan Qingyue really just came to take a look, but since Wei Yu had invited her, she felt embarrassed to refuse, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

"We've been paired up, and we haven't even had a proper chat yet." Wei Yu invited Lan Qingyue into the house and poured her a glass of warm water. "Is warm water alright?"

Lan Qingyue quickly stood up to catch it, "Yes, yes, it's good for girls to drink more warm water."

Lan Qingyue drank more than half of her water glass before she could calm down.

She wasn't the original owner of this body at twenty-five; she entered society early and had her own way of interacting with people.

She interacted most with her classmates from school. At twenty years old, her mind was even more innocent than that of her classmates who were teenagers.

These weren't conclusions she came up with herself; her classmates told her directly.

Fortunately, her "acting skills" are quite good. She has been here for some time, and no one has noticed that she has changed. It cannot be ruled out that Qi Yu is involved.

Qi Yu must have figured something out, but who would have thought that soul transmigration, something that only exists in novels, would happen in reality?

As long as her "acting" is good, no one can find any suspicious points.

She could remain calm and composed in front of strangers, but she became inexplicably nervous and awkward whenever she saw Wei Yu, the ice beauty.

strangeness.

"Want to watch TV?" Wei Yu asked.

Lan Qingyue replied, "No need, thank you."

The two fell silent again; the atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

Lan Qingyue pretended to be curious as she looked around the room. The layout of Wei Yu's room was exactly the opposite of her own, so at first glance, it seemed a bit different.

"By the way, what do you think of the soundproofing in the room?" Wei Yu suddenly asked.

"It's alright," Lan Qingyue said. "Anyway, there were people walking outside, but I didn't hear any footsteps."

Perhaps she was too engrossed in her phone to hear it.

"That's good."

Wei Yu's smile was always very faint, so faint that it gave people the illusion that she was aloof and cold, so aloof that she never smiled.

Thinking of the photos Elsa showed her, she felt the same way. Press conferences, red carpets, award ceremonies—such joyous occasions and festive scenes—it was difficult for her to smile.

Lan Qingyue was very curious about what such a person had experienced in the past few years. Her gossipy heart was stirring. She felt that she had become more and more gossipy since she started writing contemporary romance novels. She felt that everyone she met had a story, or a very dramatic one.

The summer night breeze is very light, yet it can still easily stir up the heat waves of the day.

The windows were open and the air conditioning wasn't on, making it even more stiflingly hot.

Wei Yu stood up and gazed at the twilight-like scene. Far from the hustle and bustle of the city and its dazzling neon lights, this place allowed the purest tranquility of nature to shine through.

Nine o'clock in the evening is not too late for people who have already entered the workforce.

"How about we go for a walk outside?" Wei Yu asked, turning around.