If he really expected her to repay him for all the things he had done for her, it would have been, emotions.
Her emotions.
Ling Momo couldn't hide the joy in her eyes and brows, and her soft voice echoed in the kitchen. Perhaps the man in front of her was too quiet, she initially didn't notice any change in him. But later, an inadvertent glance up, a meeting of eyes, revealed that the proud and aloof man sitting opposite her was staring blankly into space, looking sorrowful and seeming somewhat distressed.
Ling Momo paused mid-sentence, briefly lost in thought, and then, for some reason, she thought of the photo frame in Li Qingshen's room, and recalled one night at this table when Li Qingshen had spoken to her in his understated way.
At this very moment, was he... thinking of the girl he secretly loved?
