Shen Lan lowered her head in silence, currently resembling an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
She could not deny the truths in the matters Cheng Yanqing brought up.
"Let's go, I'll take you home. I'll cook for you."
Though he initially couldn't tell one dish from another, now he was gradually able to prepare one. Even if the dishes weren't the most aesthetic or most delectable-looking.
Yet, he believed that with perseverance, he would surely master it.
Love was likewise.
Cheng Yanqing took Shen Lan's hand, their fingers interlocking, preventing her any escapism.
Yet afterwards Cheng Yanqing didn't say anything more to Shen Lan, trusting that she understands his feelings. Digestion merely required time.
Over at Mother Shen's end.
Zhang Limei had called her to the hospital.
While Shen Lan could decisively confront her alongside Cheng Yanqing, she didn't believe Shen Lan could remain as steadfast in her sister Zhang Lihua's presence.
