It was only then that she realized something—she didn't have a water bottle in front of her.
Everyone else had one neatly placed on the long table, but hers was mysteriously missing.
Subtly, she turned to Ji Yuhan, who was seated beside her, and whispered, "Do you know where I can get a water bottle?"
But the press conference was still ongoing, and the room was filled with voices—reporters speaking, actors answering, cameras clicking.
Ji Yuhan didn't seem to hear her.
Chen Lin hesitated before trying again, keeping her voice low. "Ji Yuhan, where do I get a water bottle?"
This time, he seemed to notice she was speaking but still couldn't make out her words.
She didn't move closer, fully aware that all eyes were on them—especially since the event was being broadcast live on Weibo.
There was still more than an arm's length of space between them.
Ji Yuhan frowned slightly, glancing at her with a silent question in his eyes.
