Ling Hua was truly tired, and rather than being mischievous, she quietly sat and ate her meal, not asking Yan Qing to serve her this or that.
During the meal, Yan Qing glanced at her several times, noticing her calm demeanor and slow movements with the chopsticks, clear signs of her fatigue. Even after waking up, she had not recovered, which confirmed that what Liuli had said was not exaggerated at all.
He asked, "Shall I serve you some dishes?"
Ling Hua paused for a moment before smiling brightly at him, "No need, just enjoy your meal. I'm already very happy that you came in person today."
Yan Qing closed his mouth.
He faintly felt that Ling Hua was somehow different in the way she interacted with him, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what had changed. After all, she still spoke to him with a smile, her voice gentle and soft; there seemed to be no difference. This feeling was indefinable.
