The morning sun rose outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching Lin Qingyi’s silhouette across the floor. She stared at the two messages on her phone screen, her fingertips tapping unconsciously against the glass, creating a crisp, rhythmic sound.
"Not satisfied?" Lin Zhuo’s voice drifted from behind her, carrying the mellow scent of black tea.
Lin Qingyi shook her head and turned around. The sunlight streaming from behind her gilded her edges, yet failed to reach the inky depths of her eyes.
Chapter 59