Opening the door, Xiao Ying was sitting on the bed with her arms crossed. She stared blankly at the little rabbit plushie in front of her.
She had not eaten for a few days and her face was pale and thin.
The anger in Cheng Yang's heart suddenly extinguished. He sighed and said, "Ying'er, Zihao died to save you. Are you going to starve to death?"
Xiao Ying's dull eyes moved as she looked at Cheng Yang and said, "Do you think he just fainted? Doesn't that happen to him often?"
Cheng Yang couldn't bear to break her hope, so he could only say vaguely, "Eat something first. I'll take you to see him later, okay?"
A wisp of bright light appeared in Xiao Ying's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished as she said, "Will Sister Qiao Na agree?"
Cheng Yang carried her out of the room and said, "She'll agree."
Xiao Ying came to the dining table but did not eat. Instead, she grabbed him and said, "Brother, take me there now, okay?"
