"But can a person's heart truly be controlled by willpower, to simply decide it's not in pain when it is?" Ling Chuxia's eyes dropped, and suddenly she felt robbed of the courage to enter.
If she went in, wouldn't she just ruin the atmosphere? Shi Che probably did not want to see her, and Mrs. Shi… she had never been too fond of her.
She decided to visit Madam another day.
Ling Chuxia lifted her gaze again and saw Ling Yunshu had already sliced the apple in two, handing half to Mrs. Shi and offering the other half to Shi Che. When he didn't immediately take it, the servants nearby chuckled teasingly, "Miss Yun Shu, you might as well feed it directly to the young master."
And with that said, a suggestive laughter spread through the room. Ling Yunshu's cheeks turned a rosy pink in an instant, and with a slightly coquettish glance at Shi Che, she shyly turned to Mrs. Shi, "Madam, look, they're making fun of me."
