Yan Cijin seemed to feel the same kind of awkwardness too, because she quickly looked away and pretended to sort the things on the table. The two of them were both acting calm, but the room had already turned a little strange in that soft, fluttery way that could not really be explained. Bai Li did not speak about it. Yan Cijin did not either. They just stood there, both a little too aware of each other.
