Su Xinghui didn't believe her nonsense. She sat back with a smile, hugged the pillow, and shook her head deliberately: "How is it? Looks good, right? A new hairstyle, a new look! I feel like my thinking is clearer when doing the questions!"
After she finished speaking, she felt that it was ridiculous and couldn't help giggling.
Ye Fanshuang looked at her and smiled without saying anything, but the gentle warmth in his eyes seemed to deepen a little.
The silence outside the window seemed to be somewhat dispelled by the laughter.
At this moment, Su Xinghui's gaze once again drifted uncontrollably and inexplicably to the bottom of Ye Fanshuang's screen - the corner where a thick stack of postcards was revealed, which was pressed down by a crystal paperweight.
Although Ye Fanshuang's hand had just covered the writing on the back of the top sheet, the thick stack neatly stacked there itself was like a silent and huge secret, exuding an irresistible attraction.
The thick stack of documents silently expressed a kind of preciousness that she dared not think about too deeply, but could not help but make her heart beat faster.
"Hello..." Su Xinghui's voice unconsciously became softer, with a hint of tentativeness, and a bit of uncontrollable excitement and curiosity, her eyes shining as she locked onto Ye Fanshuang's face on the other side of the screen.
“…How many postcards did you receive from me?” She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, like a cunning kitten, stretching out her claws and scratching gently.
Ye Fanshuang's fingertips, which were holding the cup, curled up almost imperceptibly. She raised her eyes and met Su Xinghui's bright eyes, which were full of "Tell me quickly".
The girl had a mischievous smile on her face, her cheeks still flushed with a healthy blush from her laughter, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, with a stubborn look that showed she would not give up until she got an answer.
That gaze, as if carrying warmth, penetrated the screen and fell on her.
Ye Fanshuang was silent for a few seconds. The air between them seemed to silently freeze and tighten. She could clearly hear the steady beat of her own heart, beating again and again.
The presence of the stack of postcards on the desk became stronger than ever at this moment.
She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, covering the complex emotions that instantly surged in her eyes.
When she raised her eyes again, her beautiful eyes had regained their usual clarity and calmness, like two bottomless cold pools, without any ripples.
"I don't know." Her voice returned to its usual coldness, without any emotion, as if she was stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.
"Ah? No idea?" Su Xinghui was obviously very dissatisfied with this perfunctory answer. She pouted her lips immediately and moved forward with the pillow, almost sticking her face to the screen.
"Ye Fanshuang! Stop fooling me! It's such a thick stack! There must be dozens of them! Tell me quickly! Are they all saved? Not a single one is lost?" She was like a child eager to verify, her eyes full of persistence.
Ye Fanshuang looked at her face, which was close to him, magnified, and had a little temper. A trace of barely perceptible helplessness finally flashed across the depths of his cold eyes.
Like a warm current quietly flowing beneath the surface of a frozen lake, she tilted her head slightly, avoiding Su Xinghui's overly scorching gaze. Her eyes fell on the stack of postcards held down by a paperweight on the corner of the table, lingering for only a fleeting moment.
"Yeah." A very light response, almost drowned out by her cold voice, but with an unquestionable certainty.
“…I’ve saved them all.”
Su Xinghui's breathing paused again. Although the answer was expected, hearing Ye Fanshuang say these three words in such a calm tone still had a huge impact.
A huge, indescribable warmth instantly rushed to her heart, with a sour and sweet taste, making her feel a little dizzy.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise up, revealing a silly and brilliant smile.
"Hehe..." She hugged the pillow, buried her hot cheeks in it and rubbed it, revealing only a pair of eyes curved into crescents. The muffled voice came out from the pillow, with undisguised pride and sweetness.
"...You still have some conscience! It's worth all the writing I did!"
Ye Fanshuang looked at her seemingly smug expression and said nothing. He simply picked up the already cold coffee and took another sip.
The bitter liquid slid down his throat, and seemed to suppress the barely perceptible curve on his lips, which also carried a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
She turned her gaze back to the girl on the screen who was grinning so hard that her teeth were showing. Her eyes were focused and calm, as if the time passing by the window and the thousands of miles of distance had lost their meaning at this moment.
Silence once again flowed between the two ends of the telephone line, but it was no longer the awkwardness or temptation of before, but a kind of tranquility filled with warmth and tacit understanding.
Su Xinghui still buried her face in the pillow, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. She stared at Ye Fanshuang on the screen without blinking, and the curve of her mouth could not be suppressed.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a few seconds, maybe a minute.
Su Xinghui seemed to have finally digested the immense sweetness. She lifted her face a little from the pillow, resting her chin on the soft fabric. Her voice was a bit lazy and soft, as if she had just woken up, and she muttered softly:
"…frost."
"Hmm?" Ye Fanshuang responded, with a slightly rising tone at the end, with a questioning tone.
Su Xinghui didn't answer immediately, but just looked at her, her eyes shining like obsidian immersed in water. She seemed to be hesitating, as if she was gathering courage.
Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the blush on her cheeks that had just faded away crept up again, more obvious than before.
"That..." Her voice lowered, with a hint of subtle nervousness, her fingers unconsciously scratching the edge of the pillow, "...the one I...the last one I sent...you...did you see it?"
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