Zhu Jia Jia was bouncing along at Xia Ye's side like a lively little lark.
Her voice was clear and pleasant; though a bit noisy, it didn't actually make people feel annoyed.
Lu Yinxing suddenly remembered something Xia Ye had said before.
Lu Yinxing used to be noisy too, and Xia Ye was too quiet; basically it was always her chirping away by Xia Ye's ear.
One day, on a whim, Lu Yinxing suddenly asked Xia Ye, "I nag at you like this every day, don't you ever find me annoying?"
But Xia Ye said, "No, you're great like this. My world is too quiet, I just need someone like you to make a bit of noise."
Back then, Lu Yinxing had been quite proud of that.
Yes, the two of them were such a good match.
Xia Ye didn't like to talk, but she was a chatterbox.
Even the tiniest little thing, she couldn't suppress the urge to share it.
She didn't really like being with people who were too noisy either.
Instead she just liked people like Xia Ye: she liked to talk, and he would listen.
