She stared blankly at the person before her, opened her mouth, but a sourness touched the tip of her nose, not knowing what to say.
Once, she had listened joyfully as he called her "Sister."
But now, hearing him call her "Sister" again carried such a different flavor.
"In the future, don't call me 'Young Master Wen.' Just like before, call me 'Ah Qing.' I like it when you call me that." His lips gently approached her ear, his voice low and seemingly tinged with an unusual gentleness.
Only now did she fully understand that his gentleness was not truly gentle.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if something was stuck in her throat.
"Won't you call me?" His gaze fell on her face, his eyes shifting, waiting for her to address him.
It seemed even her saliva had become unspeakably bitter.
After a long while, she finally opened her mouth and softly called out, "Ah Qing."
He smiled faintly, his thumb gently brushing her lips, "That's wonderful, to hear Sister call me that again."
