Lu Qingqing didn't know how other people dated, nor why they acted all lovey-dovey; she just felt that her subdued relationship with Fu Yisheng was perfectly fine.
After all, they each had their own work, and life wasn't solely about love and affection.
The most important point was that just talking about love, Lu Qingqing didn't know how to get along with Fu Yisheng; she couldn't possibly come up with sweet nothings to say every day.
Facing her shortcoming of not being able to spout romantic phrases, Lu Qingqing was quite distressed, "I can't say nice things; will you mind?"
As Fu Yisheng held her hand and headed toward the direction of the mall's entrance, he replied with a smile, "Why would I mind? Everyone in the world is different; naturally, the love they have isn't uniform either. I like that you stick to being yourself—it's good. There's no need to imitate what others do."
