Sang Qianqian noticed that his expression was off. "What's wrong, Brother?"
Sang Minglang shook his head, but his gaze was fixed on Ruan Xiaoshuang, who was being supported by Song Yu as she slowly walked forward. His eyes were deep and complicated.
Sang Minglang ate in silence, almost not speaking much, only occasionally glancing at Ruan Xiaoshuang thoughtfully.
On the other hand, Song Yu was in a good mood and talked a lot about Ruan Xiaoshuang. For example, he talked about how he saved her and how they went from strangers to acquaintances.
"Actually, Shuangshuang already knew my intentions."
Song Yu looked at Ruan Xiaoshuang with a smile. "She always declines my feelings, saying that her inability to see will only cause me trouble. Now that her eyes will soon recover, she can't find a reason to reject me anymore."
Sang Minglang looked at Ruan Xiaoshuang meaningfully, "So, you're still not husband and wife?"
"We're almost there,"
