Zhang Lingying had just taken a step when Leng Jian grabbed her wrist.
She paused, turning back to look at the person behind her, "What's wrong?"
"I should be asking you that. Since a while ago, you've been distracted. What are you thinking about?" Leng Jian's thin lips parted slightly, his tone calm, just like his usual concern.
But in his usually unruffled eyes, there sparked a hint of probing light.
"...I was checking if Lu Jing followed us. I was worried if you two met, you might fight again." Zhang Lingying admitted frankly, pursing her lips.
Hearing this, Leng Jian was taken aback.
"Don't worry. I won't fight him anymore." He chuckled softly, reaching out to tousle her hair, comforting her like a frightened child.
Zhang Lingying took his word for it without a doubt and turned, pulling him to get some medicine.
