"It's time to show off your acting skills."
"My acting isn't on that level." Zhou Yun held the phone, sat on the bed, and lounged against the headboard, "I'm not you."
Song Chi said, "That sounds like you're implying something."
"You're too sensitive." Zhou Yun laughed.
After finishing the call, she never brought up that woman.
Zhou Yun kept it in her mind, but didn't mention it. Mentioning it would show that she really cared about it, that she was easily swayed by rumors. Of course, Zhou Yun didn't want Song Chi to think she was that kind of person, nor did she want to be that kind of person herself. But after the call, as she dried her hair, turned off the lights, and lay in the darkness, a dim light swirled in front of her eyes. She listened quietly to her even breathing, and her mind buzzed with restless thoughts. She couldn't help but wonder, who was that woman?
Zhou Yun buried her head under the blanket, the cool air seeping through the thin silk quilt.
