Yang Qingyin actually encouraged him in such a manner, and Luo Ziling was even more moved. He stared blankly at Yang Qingyin sitting opposite to him, forgetting to speak.
"What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my face?" Yang Qingyin, whose face reddened from Luo Ziling's gaze, spat softly and then picked up her chopsticks to load a piece of meat into his mouth, "Hurry up and eat. After filling your stomach, we'll go out for a stroll. You can talk to me about anything that's on your mind, instead of brooding over it and making yourself sick."
"You've moved me, what should I do?" Luo Ziling chewed on the piece of meat that Yang Qingyin had given him, savoring its taste, "I feel like I should express my thanks with my whole being."
