While Ling Ruonan was in a dilemma, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were still leisurely sitting back to back on a bench embraced by the green willows of the Summer Palace, eating and chatting.
"Senior, are you feeling a bit stronger?" Yang Qingyin's soft back was leaning against him, and Luo Ziling found it very comfortable, wishing they could sit and talk like this forever. But as the sky grew darker and evening approached, he asked softly.
Yang Qingyin relaxed her body comfortably, letting her entire weight rest on Luo Ziling's back, but her strength had not fully recovered.
She felt lazy all over and didn't want to move a muscle.
However, she also noticed that it was getting late and chilly, and the park would close soon, so they couldn't keep sitting like this. Hence, after hearing Luo Ziling's question, she quickly agreed, "I feel a bit better, let's leave before we get locked in here."
Though she said this, her body didn't move; she was still leaning on Luo Ziling's back.
