Ling Hua hadn't gone far before she arrived in front of Yan Qing. She didn't speak to him and just sat down beside him.
Yan Qing, his eyes drunk, turned his head and saw a slender figure sitting beside him, a woman. He was stunned for a moment, "Why... are you also sitting here?"
Ling Hua sat very straight, her head not turning, "Is this roadside owned by your family?"
Yan Qing: "...No."
"Then why do you care where I sit? I just like sitting here."
Yan Qing: "..."
He was silent for a moment, then attempted to get up and move away, but his legs were weak and his body was swaying. After sitting back down, he seemed rooted to the ground, unable to stand. With slight helplessness, he addressed her, "Miss, could you please sit a little further away?"
"No."
Yan Qing took a deep breath, "Why not?"
"Because you said this roadside isn't your property, why should I sit far away?"
