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Mimi instinctively held her breath, waiting for that voice to sound again. The room fell silent, and at that moment, her heartbeat was so clear. Fortunately, she broke the silence with her anticipation.
"I met him by chance. It was already late, and the lights in that place were dim. He was dressed in all black, half of him hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. I only remember his voice, which was exceptionally clear," she said, slowly looking at the glass of red wine in her hand. She gently swirled it, and the wine lazily caught the light in the room, dancing softly. Her entranced expression reflected in the glass, and she knew that her mind was replaying the scenes from that night—both vivid and hazy.
Suddenly jolted back to reality, she felt surprised at herself. What was happening to her?
As she waited for the next sentence that didn’t come, Mimi turned around to look at the woman leaning against the side of the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on the glass in her hand, lost in thought, as if she had detached from this moment; memory and reality had become intertwined.
Today’s heart-to-heart session with Sister Ning was unprecedented for Mimi. She sensed that there would be no more revelations; this shocking moment was coming to an end. However, the slightly tipsy voice accompanied by red wine spoke up again.
With a sigh, it carried a sense of regret.
"How can I describe that voice to you? It felt like... hmm, like taking a sip of freshly brewed hot cocoa on a cold snowy day when the wind is howling. It instantly brought warmth back from my heart to my limbs. That feeling is beyond description."
"He must be someone who looks very warm," Mimi instinctively replied, a vague outline appearing in her mind.
"Looks warm?" He Shuning subconsciously recalled that dark figure and murmured in response, "Not at all."
"Huh? Sister Ning, what did you say?"
The person across from her seemed lost in thought again.
Mimi felt an overwhelming curiosity about that chance encounter and couldn't wait to know his true identity. During her time following Sister Ning, he was the first and only "legendary figure" who had evoked any emotional resonance in her.
Looking at Sister Ning, her wine glass was already empty, yet her eyes were fixed on the vibrant world outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The neon lights of the city sparkled for a moment before she withdrew her gaze, a hint of indifference in her expression as she casually remarked,
"It’s simply incomparable."
With a languid wave of her hand, she turned and walked toward the bedroom.
Mimi, holding a spoon in her hand, suddenly realized that the bowl of rice noodles was still untouched. "Sister Ning, you haven't eaten your rice noodles yet!"
He Shuning turned back to look at Mimi, raising her fair arm and gesturing with her overturned wine glass before she simply turned and returned to the bedroom.
Mimi understood; she would have to tackle the bowl of noodles alone.
The rice noodles were just an excuse. She felt a surge of delight; Sister Ning had someone and something she wanted to share, like a kite that had been floating in the air, finally feeling a tug on the string held in her hand.
Mimi felt a sense of reassurance wash over her.
Meanwhile, lying on the bed, He Shuning thought that perhaps she had gone mad tonight or was simply drunk.
But she hadn’t even had a drink before speaking; it was absurd to think she was tipsy without having consumed anything.
She gently shook her head, her eyes slightly unfocused but her mind remained clear.
What was she doing? Why had she inexplicably pulled Mimi into that strange conversation?
She felt that ever since she met that person, she had become particularly strange.
Regarding her behavior tonight, she thought she must have been overly fatigued from her busy schedule, feeling somewhat disoriented.
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