Ye Tiao listened to this and subconsciously looked towards Tang Jingming.
The lighting in the bar flickered between bright and dim, giving Tang Jingming's youthful profile a hint of wistfulness under such an atmosphere.
Seeing Tang Jingming like this, Ye Tiao flicked the ash off her cigarette and laughed, "Of course you can."
Tang Jingming was slightly taken aback.
"Otherwise, why would so many people believe in an afterlife?" Ye Tiao laughed nonchalantly, extending her hand to hook around Tang Jingming's shoulder, "And all those messy dreams people claim to have are responses from those who can sense it."
Tang Jingming instinctively stooped to let her lean on him, but at the same time couldn't help complaining, "Being so short, you really shouldn't try to sling your arm around people like that, okay?"
