The laboratory was dimly lit, the soft glow of monitors casting a gentle luminescence over the myriad of research papers strewn across the desk.

You hesitated at the doorway, not wanting to disturb her concentration. However, as if sensing your presence, Baizhi turned her gaze toward you, a faint smile gracing her lips. "You're here," she acknowledged softly, setting aside her work. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten our agreement."

You stepped into the room, the familiar scent of parchment and ink enveloping you. "I could never forget," you replied, meeting her eyes. "I know how much this research means to you."

Baizhi's expression softened, and she gestured toward a chair beside her. "Come, sit. There's something I wish to share with you."