"Then let's not talk about it," Xiao Li reminded.
"Even saying 'I'm sorry' or kneeling down and begging him would be useless," Xiao Li also said.
Leh Ying's lips were injured, so she ate very slowly, but she still maintained an elegant and dignified demeanor.
Xiao Li looked over and noticed that the porridge in her bowl was still the same amount as when it had arrived, as if she were an ant nibbling at it. Seeing her lips, it was hard to blame her.
Leh Ying replied, "I accompanied him for the whole day, caught a lot of fish, and then he released them back into the lake."
Xiao Li shifted her gaze away, reminiscing, "He likes to feed the fish like that, that's not really fishing."
Leh Ying slightly uplifted her lips, scooped a small spoonful of lotus seed pod butter crab jelly cake, and as it melted deliciously in her mouth, it was the kind of good that made her cheek muscles clench and her eyes squint with amazement.
