Cry louder, I can't hear you.

Yun Qiao didn't return to her workstation for the entire afternoon.

For some reason, Shen Suwei gave her a mask, made her wear it, and then took her to skip work.

Take the private elevator down to the underground parking lot.

After Yunqiao got on the bus, she asked him where he was going, but he didn't say.

The car drove for a long time. Passing through the city, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from skyscrapers to a vast, open sea.

As Yun Qiao got out of the car, the humid sea breeze hit her in the face, carrying a salty smell, making her hair and skirt messy.

She raised her hand to press down her wind-blown hair, then turned to look at Shen Suwei:

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't you like looking at the sea?"

Yun Qiao: "..."

Shen Suwei glanced at the time and said calmly, "It's five o'clock. We can still watch the sunset if we wait a little longer."

Yun Qiao: "..." This person is really good at being sarcastic.

Just for the sake of Yin Yang, he drove for more than an hour to the beach in the sweltering heat.

Yun Qiao didn't understand, but she didn't refute it.

She didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble before she was certain she could go back.

Anyway, I can just wait four more days.

She pretended not to notice the hidden meaning in his words and responded sweetly with a smile:

"OK."

Shen Suwei glanced at her, said nothing, but simply reached out and naturally took her hand, walking forward along the coastline.

After walking for about ten minutes, he stopped in front of a rocky outcrop with a wide view and no one around.

"How's it here?"

Why would anyone want to see the sea on such a hot day? They must be crazy.

Yun Qiao suppressed her urge to complain and pretended to be happy:

"fine."

Shen Suwei looked at her for a while before pulling her upstairs.

Unlike what Yun Qiao thought would be difficult, Shen Suwei seemed afraid that she would fall, so he supported her carefully the whole time.

Even when she sat down, he took off his coat to use as a cushion for her, worried that the rocks might hurt her bottom.

Yun Qiao frowned.

I'm not quite used to it yet.

She secretly glanced at Shen Suwei several times. He looked very serious and didn't seem like he was going to mess with her.

Yun Qiao felt a little strange.

She didn't speak, just sat there silently.

Shen Suwei quickly sat down next to her.

"You really like looking at the sea?" he asked.

Yun Qiao tried hard to ignore the strange feeling that arose in her heart and answered carefully:

"fine."

"Besides looking at the sea, what else do you like?"

Perhaps it was because his tone was too calm and gentle that Yun Qiao actually tried hard to think about what she really liked.

But she found that her mind was completely blank.

I can't even remember what I like anymore.

It seems like she hasn't thought about this question for a long time.

From the moment she came into this world, all she thought about every day was: to complete missions and survive.

For her, having such a hobby was a luxury.

"Can't I say?" There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

Yun Qiao didn't notice; she just came up with a few random answers and made them up:

"I like...eating, sleeping, shopping, buying things, and..." She paused, unable to continue, and turned to look at Shen Suwei, smiling somewhat guiltily, "That's about it."

What do you like to eat?

Sweet and sour fish.

"...Apart from this."

"I like anything sweet." She paused, "but not too sweet, about 70% sweet."

He remained silent, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he asked again:

"So, what do you like to buy when you go shopping?"

"I like anything that's visually appealing or fun."

"For example?"

Why ask such detailed questions?

Making conversation for the sake of it?

Yun Qiao glanced at him, but still patiently answered:

"I'll buy clothes, shoes, bags, necklaces, and all sorts of things."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I quite like those small bottles, like perfume. I don't like using perfume, but if I see a packaging design I like, I'll buy it to collect."

When she said this, her tone became a little lighter than before.

Shen Suwei's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on her face.

Her eyes were shining with a light she rarely saw.

If he remembers correctly, Li Ruoyan played the role of a perfumer a few years ago.

Is she a bottle collector, or is she interested in perfume?

"Besides perfume, is there anything else?"

I wasn't really interested in hearing her elaborate on her hobby of collecting perfumes.

Does buying records count?

"...What kind of record?"

"You know, those old-fashioned vinyl records," Yun Qiao said, oblivious to his change in tone, getting more and more excited. "The ones with nicely designed covers are great for displaying at home. And some are limited editions, so it's really satisfying to buy one..."

She kept talking, and when she turned her head, she found that Shen Suwei's expression had darkened at some point.

Her voice gradually faded, and she seemed somewhat uneasy.

what's going on?

What's wrong with her collecting records?

"Why did you stop talking?" he asked calmly. "Do you have a favorite artist's album?"

Whose record is it?

She just likes records; how would she know whose records they are?

She'll buy anything with nice packaging...

Even with shampoo, if the bottle design is attractive, she'd love to buy it and display it.

"...No one's," Yun Qiao answered cautiously.

But Shen Suwei didn't seem very satisfied.

"Didn't you say you love collecting records? So, which artists have you bought records from so far?"

"I...didn't buy it, I was just giving an example."

Yun Qiao did not lie.

After coming into this world, she had no interest in it. She was referring to the hobby she had developed in her previous world.

But then again, Shen Suwei kept asking what he meant.

Doesn't she seem like the type to have such refined interests?!

Yun Qiao was unconvinced and couldn't hold back any longer; she retorted:

"All you do is work and socialize all day. Do you even know what art is? You're even more of a know-it-all than I am—"

Halfway through her sentence, noticing the extreme coldness in Shen Suwei's eyes, Yun Qiao regained her composure and abruptly stopped.

Seeing that Yun Qiao had stopped speaking, Shen Suwei turned to look at her with a smile:

"What else?"

Yun Qiao swallowed hard: "She has...good taste."

"That's not what the baby meant to say, is it?"

"..."

He smiled slightly, raised his hand to gently smooth her wind-blown hair, his gaze filled with deep affection.

"Someone like me, reeking of money, truly doesn't understand art. I can't compare to an artist like Li Ruoyan at all, right?"

Upon hearing the name, Yun Qiao paused for a moment, then realized what it meant and instantly understood.

Oh no, is he going to associate her hobby with Li Ruoyan again?

No... this is truly a miscarriage of justice!

"My liking for records has nothing to do with Li Ruoyan!" Yun Qiao quickly explained.

Suddenly, a hand pressed against the back of my neck.

With a slight effort, she was forced to turn her head to the side.

Did I say it had anything to do with Li Ruoyan?

His gaze was fixed on her eyes, which held no tenderness, only a deep, almost suffocating darkness.

"Why are you in such a hurry to clarify, baby... Are you feeling guilty?"

Yun Qiao's breathing stopped for a moment.

She wanted to say no, but just as she was about to speak, Shen Suwei pressed his thumb down on her lower lip.

"Baby, please don't talk right now."

His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, then lifted to meet her eyes. "Please, don't let me hear his name from your lips again, okay?"

Yun Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she dared not speak again.

He watched her for a while, then pulled her into his arms with satisfaction.

"My baby is so good..."

"..."

"Let's watch the sunset." He smiled gently, "Although it's not the first time you've seen it."