When waiting at the traffic light, Qi Lin opened the window; the rain had eased significantly. The damp air permeated her nostrils. She sniffed the air, wondering if Bai Qianye was doing well and whether that last voice was his.,“Don’t know why, but I just feel like it suits you.” Bai Qianye smiled and lifted Qilin’s chin up saying, “No woman has ever asked me if I prefer wine or tea in front of me. After I answered her question, she said she hates what I love. Hey, are we enemies",Hmm Bai Qianye looked at Qilin in confusion and asked, “If you hate it so much, why did you come close to me”。