Feng Ling continued supporting Madam Feng across the bridge. Even though her feet were uninjured and her steps were firm, Feng Ling continued holding her.
Madam Feng also did not indicate for Feng Ling to move her hand away. As she walked, she seemed to be occupied with her thoughts. Right before they entered the cafe, her eyes suddenly curved in a smile. She gently held Feng Ling's hand and spoke warmly: "Let's find a seat next to the window. This way, it'll be easier for Nanheng to find you later."
"All right."
The whole time, Feng Ling had agreed to all of her suggestions. Madam Feng smiled at her and led her into the cafe.
After they sat down, Madam Feng ordered two cups of coffee from the waiter; one latte and one Americano. The latte was naturally meant for Feng Ling, as she had guessed that Feng Ling rarely drank much coffee in the base and would be unused to the bitter taste. A latte would be just right for her.
