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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 words.
"I met him by chance. It was already quite late, and the lights in that place were dim. He was dressed all in black, half of him hidden in the shadows. I couldn't see him clearly, but I remember his voice distinctly," she said, slowly glancing at the glass of red wine in her hand. She gently swirled it, and the wine lazily caught the light in the room, shimmering 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. What was happening to her?
After a long pause without a response, Mimi turned around to look at the woman leaning against the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on the glass in her hand, lost in thought, as if she had detached from the present 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 further revelations, and this shocking moment was coming to an end. Yet again, the slightly tipsy voice filled with red wine spoke up.
With a sigh, it carried a sense of regret.
"How can I describe that voice to you? It was like... um, like taking a sip of freshly brewed hot cocoa on a cold snowy day, where warmth instantly spreads from my heart to my limbs. That feeling is beyond words."
"He must look like a very warm person," Mimi instinctively replied, a vague outline forming in her mind.
"Look warm?" He Shuning pondered over that dark figure for a moment before murmuring an answer. "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 stirred any emotional response in Sister Ning.
Looking at Sister Ning, her wine glass was already empty, but her eyes were fixed on the world of lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The neon city lights captivated her for a moment before she calmly withdrew her gaze and said lightly,
"There's simply no comparison."
She then waved her hand dismissively and walked towards the bedroom.
Mimi, holding a spoon in her hand, realized that the rice noodles in the pot were still untouched. "Sister Ning, you haven't eaten your rice noodles yet?"
He Shuning turned her head to look at Mimi, raised her fair arm, and gestured with her overturned wine glass before directly turning back to the bedroom.
Mimi understood that she would have to finish the pot of rice noodles by herself.
The rice noodles were just an excuse. She suddenly felt a great sense of joy; 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 stability in her heart.
Meanwhile, lying on the bed, He Shuning thought that she must have gone crazy tonight or perhaps was drunk.
But she hadn't drunk any alcohol before speaking; it was absurd to think she was already tipsy without having had a drink.
She gently shook her head; her eyes were indeed a bit unfocused, but her mind remained clear.
So what was she doing? It was baffling to have pulled Mimi into such strange conversations.
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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