Dream High.
'Guiying' knocked the door to Yating's office after which she heard a dismal voice from inside. "Come in."
'She' stepped in and observed Yating, who seemed exhausted. 'She' paused and said, "I can come later if you want."
Yating looked up and asked, "Ah, why?"
"Maybe you would look a little less of a ghost then?"
He coughed with embarrassment. "I didn't get enough sleep last night."
"I feel you should add peace in it too. Is there something wrong? Maybe I can help you."
"No, it's just…" Realizing something, Yating stared at her with slight surprise. "Are you saying you want to help me?"
'Guiying' grimaced. "That's what 'Maybe I can help you' means. I think you should really get some sleep."
He softly laughed. "I didn't mean it like that. It was a little surprising coming from you because I thought you didn't think we were friends anymore. You know, for the last few months, I felt we had become quite distant as friends."
