Qin Zhao looked at him, intending to sarcastically tease as usual, only to find Chu Yan's eyes red, his phoenix eyes clear and moist, just gazing steadily at her.
She thought the wound was hurting him and cautioned him, "Be more careful when you walk next time." After saying that, she also complained, "For such a big man, why are you so delicate?"
"You still haven't answered my question."
Qin Zhao was preparing for dinner, having slept for so long, she was famished.
But when she didn't answer, Chu Yan took away her chopsticks.
"I'm starving to death, why are you asking all these pointless questions?"
He returned the chopsticks, his eyes somewhat dim, not feeling much appetite for eating.
Seeing him hang his head low in a listless mood, Qin Zhao bit her chopsticks and said, "Liking or not liking, who can really tell? Even if I say I like you now, I might not like you later.
Feelings can change, you might not like me in the future either."
