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"You naughty girl, when your mother speaks to you, what are you daydreaming about?" Mother Chu said.
The news had ended, and Chu Yao shifted her gaze back, taking the bowl of rice her mother handed to her without providing an explanation, and buried her head in eating.
Her heart had flown away. These days, without seeing Ye Qiu, she thought he was implicitly rejecting her. She remembered how she had taken the initiative to confess her feelings to Ye Qiu, but at that time, she was afraid to hear his rejection, so she didn't want to hear his response right away. However, several days had passed, and Ye Qiu hadn't come by, so Chu Yao naturally assumed that Ye Qiu had rejected her.
Mother Chu had no idea that her daughter had already mustered the courage to pursue her happiness, yet had not received a clear answer. Unaware, she said, "Invite Ye Qiu over one day. I'll cook him something tasty, as a way to thank him for treating the illness."
"Hey, Yao'er."
