But the very next second, the man sent her a private message, sending a screenshot of their mutual quip in her social media circle, saying: [Okay, screenshot as proof.]
Ye Xingguang was baffled: [Screenshot as proof of what?]
Ye Junqing: [Didn't you claim that my remaining years have been reserved?]
Ye Xingguang couldn't quite control the corners of her mouth, fearing to expose her good mood. She hummed, replied: [I haven't even posted a selfie yet. Who gave you the screenshot proof.]
[Waiting for you.] Ye Junqing replied in two words.
Despite being mere words, when Ye Xingguang read them, she inexplicably felt a vague ambiguity. Like a white shroud before the window, the night breeze blew, silently stirring her heart...
She stared at it for a while, unsure what to reply, so she happily put away her phone.