Fixing her gaze on Wen Nan's eyes, Guan Ailin remained silent for a moment, then spoke with a smile.
This time, instead of asking if Wen Nan hadn't woken up, she simply said two words:
"Alright."
This time, it was Wen Nan's turn to fall silent.
First, he appeared a bit stunned, then a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, finally replaced by an unexpected joyful smile. He raised his hand and hooked his little finger,
"Then let's pinky swear, for a hundred years, no changing our minds."
Hearing this, Guan Ailin chuckled and shook her head, "Aren't you a bit old for this childishness?"
Though teasing with her words, her little finger obediently reached out, hooking tightly with Wen Nan's, "It's settled."
The system's notification sounded in Wen Nan's mind, inconveniently delivering some mood-dampening news—
