Shen Wenyan's office.
Shen Wenyan was eating the meal Qiao Yuxian had brought and chatting with her.
Qiao Yuxian sat opposite him, playing with the lighter on his desk. She opened it, closed it, and spun it casually in her hand.
Shen Wenyan watched as the speed of her playing with the lighter got faster, and her expression gradually became somewhat numb. After a while, he said, "Yu Xian."
Qiao Yuxian's hand paused, she regained her senses for a moment, and looked up at him.
Shen Wenyan gave her a gentle smile and said leisurely while eating, "Is there something on your mind?"
Qiao Yuxian flicked the lighter in her hand, extinguishing the flame, and said, "No. Just in a bad mood."
Shen Wenyan didn't pry about her thoughts. She said no, so he took it as no. He took a napkin, wiped his mouth, closed the lunch box, placed it aside, and looked at her, "Feeling unwell?"
"Insomnia." Qiao Yuxian flicked the lighter in her hand again.
"How many days?" Shen Wenyan asked.
