He caught Meng Tingxu's gaze and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Meng Tingxu remained silent for a while but ultimately said nothing, simply shaking her head slowly.
Qin He could tell she was reluctant.
The young girl was sulking.
Yet, until her heart truly belonged to him, he didn't want and didn't dare to let her go anywhere.
That night, the kitchen prepared many dishes, significantly more lavish than the small courtyard where they had stayed the previous two days.
Meng Tingxu sat across Qin He, merely lifting her head to see the man's elegant and attractive way of eating.
She ate the vegetables without tasting them and then put down her chopsticks, declaring she was full.
Qin He smiled gently and amicably, softly saying, "If you're full, that's good."
Meng Tingxu realized she still couldn't bring herself to like this place.
This carefully prepared refuge by Qin He, the so-called safe place for her.
