When Leng Yichen walked into the mourning hall, Bai Yiran was sitting with her back to him, head bowed. He couldn't see her expression. Just looking at her increasingly frail silhouette, he already felt a deep ache in his heart.
"Li Sha said you refuse to eat?"
As he spoke, he moved in front of Bai Yiran, looking down at her with eyes full of tenderness and affection.
Bai Yiran kept her head lowered, from her angle she could just see Leng Yichen's waist.
"I don't want to eat..." Bai Yiran's voice faintly carried a chill.
Leng Yichen's brow slightly furrowed, "Girl, don't be stubborn at times like this! You're exhausting your body!"
Leng Yichen could understand Bai Yiran's feelings; her grandmother had passed away, and he was also deeply grieved and unable to eat. But he was a man, his body was strong.
Bai Yiran, on the other hand, was so frail, especially now, she looked as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
"Stubborn?"
