The young girl couldn't help but tremble her eyelashes, already having a reactive response. The same words had played out on the night of her birthday. A casual remark from Mr. Chen held overwhelming sway for her.
Perhaps sensing the unusual emotions of the person across from him, Chen Jingyuan narrowed his eyes to look at her and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
The magnetic voice interrupted her thoughts.
Snapping back to reality, Liang Weining subconsciously lowered her gaze to sip the soup, commenting, "The taste is pretty good."
"..."
Seeing her serious demeanor, Chen Jingyuan withdrew his gaze and served himself a bowl.
After tasting it.
Not quite satisfied, "It's lacking something."
Hmm?
"What is it missing?" the young girl asked.
Her serene and unguarded face in daily life was even more heart-stirring.
He wondered if the girl disliked Xiangyue Mansion.
It wasn't that she disliked it.
