The evening had arrived. The sky was filled with the warmth of dusk. Summer had passed unknowingly and early autumn had arrived. When the wind blew, and it was already slightly chilly.
Xu Weilai held her phone beside her ear with one hand and a cup of water in the other. She didn't continue drinking. Instead, slowly poured the remaining water in the cup into the potted plant. She watched the water quickly sinking into the soil. The color of the soil darkened.
She didn't answer Zuo An's question directly. Instead, she asked, "Zuo an, why do you like me?"
Zuo An fell silent for a moment as if he didn't expect her to ask this question so suddenly.
After more than ten seconds, the man's gentle and soft voice sounded. "Probably... It's because you're special."
