Ren Chuqing almost choked on her own saliva, "I... no."
"If not, then why doesn't Sister look up at me?" he said.
Ren Chuqing's hand, holding the chopsticks, paused, "Also, since I've been back, Sister hasn't called me Ah Qing. What's the matter, do you not want to call me that?"
Ren Chuqing bit her lip uncomfortably; indeed, she had deliberately avoided calling him Ah Qing.
Because every time she did so, it made her feel as if something preciously stored was shattering.
She looked up at him and said, "Ah Qing."
Her gentle voice called out to him, and at the same time, it felt as if there was a faint sound of breaking in her heart.
Wen Muqing smiled, "I like it when Sister calls me that. Can you call me a few more times, please?"
Her gaze darkened slightly, and she called out his name as he wished, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing... Ah Qing..."
After repeating it several times, she stopped.
