On the other side at Sky, Xing Bi couldn't get a wink of sleep. Hou Lin's voice kept haunting in her dreams which eerily matched too much to that of the man's who talked about Ai's death in her strange memories. She leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes.
Ah this is so confusing…
She felt a soft palm on her forehead and as she opened her eyes, she noticed Ai looking at her, her gaze filled with worry.
"Are you feeling sick, Xing Bi?"
"Ah I always feel so lighter whenever I see you," she sheepishly grinned.
"Don't laugh," Ai pursed her lips, "Why did you come to the office today if you were feeling so tired?"
"I cannot miss seeing my cute Ai~"
"You are being infected by Nian's flirting."
"..."
That is not true!
She let out a cough and hopped to wrap her arms around Ai's waist. "Don't worry. I am super healthy! It's just a minor headache."