"Li Zhiyan, are you thinking about something..."
"It's nothing, Chenchen, let's keep walking."
During the following time, as they were touring the lake, Li Zhiyan was talking nonsense with Su Mengchen.
Even though it was trivial, Li Zhiyan knew it could heal Su Mengchen's soul.
For Su Mengchen at the moment,
such conversations were needed to gradually restore her self-confidence.
Because of the problem with her legs, after walking for half an hour, Su Mengchen was having a hard time, and they sat down on a bench by the lake, where the handsome Li Zhiyan and Su Mengchen sitting under the shade of the willows looked like they had stepped out of a comic book.
"Chenchen, let me massage your feet; it won't hurt later."
Su Mengchen remembered when Li Zhiyan used to massage her mom, clearly alleviating her mom's injury and pain.
"Okay..."
After Su Mengchen agreed, Li Zhiyan gently grabbed her calf.
