Several shafts of sunlight fell into the dim storeroom from overhead, dust drifting through them.
The man's eyelids stirred, his eyes like pearls gleaming in the night.
As their gazes met, time seemed to stretch endlessly, and the atmosphere gradually grew intimate and delicate.
"It should be here. These coordinates clearly point right here," came the field director's voice from outside.
Both looked away at once, their slightly quickened heartbeats echoing through the room.
Song Yunxing's lashes trembled. The hand he had hastily lowered hung at his side, his fingers rubbing together. The back of his hand still seemed to burn where it had been kissed.
He could vaguely grasp what Shen Yanci meant, but he didn't dare believe it.
The Shen Yanci he had first known had been arrogant and carefree. When he was in a good mood, he could say all kinds of sweet things.
What if I'm the only one taking it seriously again?
"Let's go outside." The young man let out a long breath, temporarily pushing aside the jumble of thoughts in his head.
Shen Yanci noticed his deliberate change of subject, and his gaze dimmed.
"Okay," the man answered quietly, concealing the emotion in his eyes.
Song Yunxing carefully unlocked the door. Only after confirming that the field director was alone outside did he open it farther.
The field director froze, his eyes widening as he watched the two emerge one after the other through the little silver door.
"How did you get in there?"
All the shops around here opened in the afternoon! Their employees shouldn't even have arrived yet!
"No idea. We just saw this door standing open and ducked inside because things were getting desperate," Song Yunxing replied, brushing the dust off himself. "You never said we couldn't hide indoors."
The field