The dinner was exceptionally quiet.
Ling Hua ate her meal in silence, her thoughts impenetrable. Her movements were gentle, so delicate that even her breathing was faint. If Yan Qing didn't know someone was seated in front of him, he might have assumed he was dining alone without looking up.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and seeing she didn't speak, he remained quiet too, patiently waiting to see when she would talk. Given her nature, she wouldn't let the conversation hang indefinitely.
Ling Hua's mind was filled with turmoil. Despite an empty stomach, the emotional disturbance made it hard for her to eat much. However, seeing Yan Qing enjoying his meal, she didn't want to put her chopsticks down prematurely and continued eating slowly, taking small bites now and then to pass the time with him.
Yan Qing thought about how he could continue to sleep on such a rainy afternoon, so he ate until he was about seventy to eighty percent full and then put down his chopsticks.
