Watching Ding Yixin take off his glasses and rub the bridge of his nose with visible fatigue, Rong Xingyu couldn't help but feel as if his heart were being tightly clenched.
"Have you been very busy lately?" Rong Xingyu hesitated for a moment, but still asked with concern.
Ding Yixin held Rong Xingyu's hand, carrying the lunchbox in his other hand, and walked him out.
Hearing the question, Ding Yixin let out a low laugh.
He gently pinched Rong Xingyu's fingertips and said, "It's alright. Being able to eat the loving meal that Yuyu carefully prepared makes even the busiest workdays feel worth it."
Rong Xingyu's face flushed slightly, and he responded with a vague "Mm."
How did Dr. Ding know that he prepared it carefully every day?
Could it be that he had also noticed that he had those kinds of feelings for him?
"D-don't walk me out anymore. I should go now," Rong Xingyu said goodbye to Ding Yixin with a red face. "Goodbye, Dr. Ding."
