Sheng Qianxia suddenly felt a pang in her heart, maybe because Qingxue was still a teenager, and all her troubles were written on her face.
When she was unhappy, even if she forced a smile, the unhappiness was still evident.
Sheng Qianxia pretended not to notice her little gesture and brought in the food, placing it on the dining table beside her.
It was all the things Qingxue loved to eat.
But Sheng Qingxue seemed somewhat distracted.
"What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood," Sheng Qianxia asked her as if casually.
"It's nothing." Qingxue took a sip of the soup and told Sheng Qianxia, "It's very tasty, thank you, sis."
Sheng Qianxia caught a glimpse of the corner of the invitation and was momentarily lost in thought—
What is this...?
Seeing that she didn't respond, Qingxue called out to her again, uncertainly, "Sis?"
