Hearing that she promised to continue to live here euphemistically and would buy him breakfast tomorrow morning, Li Nanheng smiled happily. "You are still wounded. Are you sure you can go so far?"
"It's not very far. I can get some fresh air on the way. It doesn't matter." Feng Ling was still drinking the soybean milk and didn't notice the man smiling from ear to ear.
"OK, thank you, Miss Feng."
Feng Ling paused and suddenly looked up at him. At this time, the man had returned to his calmness and calmly looked at her too.
Feng Ling: "…"
Why did she feel something wrong?
But she couldn't tell what was wrong…
...
The next day, Feng Ling went to buy breakfast on time, and when she passed by the riverside area, she saw the stalls again, but the area was not as lively as it seemed yesterday, and there weren't so many young couples coming and going.
