Jing Yue.
In a private room.
The environment was elegant, and the table was filled with exquisite and delicious dishes.
Ning Qing and Yan Sichen were both silent. The only sound in the room was the occasional clink of chopsticks.
Yan Sichen looked at the unusually calm Ning Qing and stood up. He picked up a prawn with the chopsticks and placed it in her bowl.
Ning Qing suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with shock.
Yan Sichen's heart softened.
He whispered, "What's wrong? You're still distracted."
Ning Qing did not want him to worry. She wanted to smile, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not smile.
She sighed.
Yan Sichen said, "Qing Qing, you don't have to force yourself."
"…"
"Laugh if you're happy, cry if you're unhappy. You've always been like this. Why have you grown up instead? Your emotions are not as pure as before?"
