On why someone wants to mend the sky

"Hey, Ziying, you're distracted."

Bai Haoxuan, who poured the wine upstairs, expressed dissatisfaction with Ziying's attitude, and put the wine glass in front of him with considerable force, making a "boom".

"I'm sorry, I just seem to have met someone I know." Ziying smiled indifferently, and drank the wine in the glass. The bitter taste was directly pushed to the back molars, and he couldn't help frowning, "Why is it so bitter, not sweet?" Is it?"

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I can only drink bitterly." Bai Haoxuan also drank the wine in his glass, sinking into the sofa.

"It's really rare, don't you like eating sweets the most?"

"..." Hearing Ziying's words, Bai Haoxuan took himself out of the sofa, staring at him with rather watery eyes, "To be honest, if I didn't have a good memory, I would really think we knew each other before .”

Ziying smiled noncommittally, with an expression of indifference.

"Didi~cute Xiao Haoxian sent you a message~"

The sound of text messages on Ziying's mobile phone, after these few exchanges, Bai Haoxuan has become accustomed to Ziying who would turn into a moron whenever he meets that little Haoxian.

"Do you believe in a sixth sense?"

In a short sentence, I don't know what the person who said this sentence wanted to explain.

"Ding dong~"

The phone rang, and You Haoxian took it out of his pocket expectantly, with four words written on it:

"I believe you."