Facing Yan Sichen, ning Qing couldn't tell what she was feeling.
The things that had happened before felt as distant as her past life.
But it was so close.
He was so close to her that she couldn't detect any change in him even when he sat in front of her.
"Brother Si Chen," ning Qing called him.
These three words were like floating duckweeds, stirring up ripples in the man's heart.
His expression did not change. He looked at her injured head and hand with pity in his eyes. it must have been hard on you to have suffered such a heavy injury.
“……”
"I always remember that you were afraid of pain when you were young and couldn't bear to be injured at all."
As if he wanted to chat, he picked up a piece of Apple, cut it into smaller pieces, and sent it to her mouth.
Ning Qing's hand was not convenient, so she could only say thank you. She bit the Apple and rolled it into her mouth.
