Her ears were red as she lowered her head and nestled into his embrace, asking him, "Can I go sit by myself on the side?"
She knew she felt uncomfortable.
He curved his lips, looking down at her, and asked, "What time do you want to leave?"
Cheng Weiyue said she wanted to leave soon.
He was truly sincere and charming as he laughed, but still, he could not bear to let her sit alone on the side.
Later, the manservant brought over some fruit, with a few exorbitantly priced gelatin oranges placed right in the middle.
He asked her if she wanted to eat any, and Cheng Weiyue said she did, but after a pause, added, "I don't like the peel."
So that day, he listened to the conversations of others, his smile ever so faint as he peeled the thin-skinned oranges for her, scooped out the flesh with a spoon, and fed it to her lips.
He had never been so attentive before, but because the person was Cheng Weiyue, he found himself with an inexplicable amount of patience and indulgence.
