Seeing her accept it, Qin Jingchen's lips curved upward slightly, and his usually calm eyes sparkled with fragmented light.
Jiang Zhe casually glanced at the time on her phone.
Qin Jingchen smiled lightly, his voice as tranquil as water, "You have evening self-study, so we can eat quickly, and I'll take you back early."
"Okay."
During the meal, Jiang Zhe's phone kept receiving messages, and from time to time she would stop to reply.
"Something urgent?" Qin Jingchen asked.
"Contacting a psychologist," Jiang Zhe replied offhandedly.
This answer added a touch of softness to Qin Jingchen's expression.
It was the first time she was willing to share something personal, as far as he could remember.
"For a friend or for yourself?"
"A friend."
"Have you found a suitable one? I know some psychologists I can recommend to you."
"Still looking."
