He took the plush bunny from Duan Mufeng.
Wen Yanyu lowered his head and took the plush bunny out of his bag, about to snap a photo and send it to Ke Yan.
He heard movement outside the door.
Wen Yanyu tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting that of the person coming through the door.
The man was extremely tall, dressed in a fitted black turtleneck that covered his neck completely. His features were strikingly handsome, and raven-feather lashes cast shadows over his pale gray eyes.
An air of cold, weary aloofness surrounded him, warning strangers away.
His heart abruptly skipped a beat.
A completely unfamiliar face.
Someone he had never met.
An inexplicable familiarity and flutter of his heart.
The two collided, and his brain stopped working.
Wen Yanyu froze there, unable to react for a long while.
Everyone's eyes lingered briefly on the man's distinctly foreign face before they each greeted him.
Sang Huairen put on a smile and asked, "Which country are you from, Fu? Your Xia language is very good."
Fu Zhiyan did not answer him immediately, turning his gaze instead toward Wen Yanyu, who was still in a daze.
He walked slowly forward and stopped in front of the young man.
"Hello." Fu Zhiyan held out his hand to Wen Yanyu and said softly, "I'm Fu Zhiyan. Fu as in 'to give,' Zhi as in 'to know.'"
Fu Zhiyan paused briefly, a smile in his eyes, then lightly finished the last part. "And Yan... as in Yanyu."
His intonation carried a slight foreign accent, but unlike the usual mispronunciations, it did not sound jarring. Instead, it was inexplicably pleasant.
Yanyu?
Wen Yanyu went blank for a moment.
Looking at Fu Zhiyan's outstretched hand, Wen Yanyu hurriedly raised his own to take it and replied,