Han Ling and Qiao Zhiyi stood together, and they were strikingly eye-catching.
What are talented men and beautiful women, what are called matched pairs, and what is dubbed as perfect together, all were exemplified in them.
"You..."
"You..."
"You go first."
"You go first."
Both were momentarily stunned, then looked at each other and smiled. This inexplicable tacit understanding instantly narrowed the distance between them, making it less awkward.
"When did you come back?" Qiao Zhiyi opened the conversation at his gesture.
"A few days ago. I was thinking of seeing if I could meet some acquaintances at the alumni reunion in a few days, but didn't expect to bump into you here first," Han Ling said. "When I went to give the professor our report, I heard Professor Cris mention that your aunt was undergoing rehabilitation therapy over there. I have visited auntie, and she is much better than when she was first admitted."
"Thank you," Qiao Zhiyi was genuinely grateful.