Although Leng Ling did not respond to Shen Bijun's words, silence was an answer in itself.
Suddenly, Shen Bijun didn't know how to offer consolation.
"Auntie Leng, you should be braver!"
Chu Tianye suddenly shouted from the side, "By telling him, there's still hope. But if you don't say anything, then there's no hope at all! So, I think you should be brave!"
Leng Ling looked at the little guy.
She hesitated for a moment, "Really?"
"Yeah!" Chu Tianye bobbed his head like a little adult, "Or do you want to wait until you're on your deathbed, suddenly sit up like a jumping zombie, and say, 'No, what have I done all my life? Can't even confess my feelings?'"
Leng Ling: ?
Shen Bijun: ?
Chu Yanshen twitched the corner of his mouth, too.
But Chu Tianye spoke very seriously, "Auntie Leng Ling, trust me! If you say it, there's still hope. But if you don't, then there's no hope!"
Leng Ling clenched her jaw and pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment.
