"Ah Qing!" Ren Chuqing called out again as he wished.
How long had it been since he heard this familiar address? Only in dreams could he occasionally hear it.
He caressed her lips as if bewitched, "Say it again."
"Ah Qing."
"Say it again, Sister. Say it a few more times, I want to hear you call me Ah Qing."
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, Ah Qing..." she repeated over and over, almost numbly.
Wen Muqing listened, then couldn't help but embrace Ren Chuqing, "So Sister isn't angry with me anymore?"
She remained motionless in his hug, "I'm not angry with you, I've said before, you don't owe me anything, so how could there be anger?"
The excitement on Wen Muqing's face gradually faded at Ren Chuqing's words.
"Is that so?" he murmured low, she wasn't angry, because she no longer cared, right?
"Ah Qing, let's talk properly, we can't keep going on like this, can we?" Ren Chuqing said again.
