"This guy was just lifeless."
You Qin thought so when he saw Xu Hui for the first time.
Every time he looked at him, he seemed to be looking into the misty white smoke, lingering in the cold, restrained winter days when there was no wind, no snow, and everything was silent and mysterious.
They had been at the same table for more than a month, and the words they talked to each other were few and far between, and the content was so mediocre that they couldn't bear to look at it.
He seemed unhurried and always had a pair of gray eyes.
But You Qin was no longer content with all this.
Intention: I am dull and my words are boring, as long as you understand.