Following the information sent by Chen Xiaoyi, Luo Ziling arrived at the well-known Sichuan restaurant where Chen Xiaoyi was already waiting.
She had reserved a small private room and was inside drinking tea.
Her expression was still as desolate as it had been in previous days, though her complexion had slightly improved.
Perhaps, after returning to the country, she hadn't gone several days without sleep and had been eating a bit more regularly.
"You've lost a lot of weight," Luo Ziling said with a wry smile, looking at her after seating himself, "If you stay optimistic, you can just consider it as losing weight!"
"I assume you didn't ask me out to say such meaningless things," Chen Xiaoyi looked at Luo Ziling with a blank expression, her voice tinged with coldness.
"Actually, I don't know what to say to you," Luo Ziling admitted candidly, "I just wanted to see you. Maybe next time we meet, it will be a long time from now."
