"Do you have water?"
It took Yin Xiaoshu a long time to realize that Tang Jia was asking her.
Yin Xiaoshu, who was so timid, pointed to the water glass in the upper right corner of the desk, and Tang Jia took it and drank it in one gulp.
The stream flowing from the corner of his mouth rushed through her heart like a torrent.
Not many years later either.
She suddenly realized that he often asked her "Do you have water?" He was not thirsty, but hungry.
Tang Jia smiled strangely, "I'm not asking about you."