"Oh right!" He Xing's realization was like a sudden enlightenment, "Listening to you is indeed enlightening, that makes perfect sense. I'm no longer conflicted."
"See! That's the spirit!" Wenyan was cheerfully optimistic, "You should think like me. Alright, your hair's pretty much done, I can finish the rest myself. Order some takeout, and we can eat together after I've showered."
"Sure, what would you like to eat tonight?"
"What day is it today?"
"Wednesday."
"Then, as usual, we'll have Happy Fried Chicken on Wednesdays. Order chicken drumettes today, and I want room-temperature milk for the drink."
"Not having cola today?"
"Not today."
"Okay, go take your shower then, dinner should be here by the time you're done."
Wenyan blow-dried her hair to semi-dry and came out of the bathroom just as the fried chicken wings and milk had arrived.
He Xing, however, was busy typing on her phone.
Wenyan sat across from her and asked, "Messaging Yulong?"