Ling Momo sat opposite them, feeling that such a scene was too glaring. She lowered her head and absent-mindedly picked up rice grain by grain with her chopsticks.
Her great-grandmother sat beside Ling Momo and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ling Momo snapped back to reality, smiled, and shook her head at her great-grandmother. When she turned her head, she met the skeptical gaze of Li Qingshen. Ling Momo became slightly flustered and then forced herself to focus on eating.
But she ate without tasting, and soon began to daydream again.
Li Qingshen, watching Ling Momo frequently space out, furrowed his brow. He reached out, took a soup spoon, and ladled up a bowl of soup for her. Ling Momo abruptly looked up and met his eyes. Li Qingshen gently curved his lips, his eyes filled with concern, "Drink some soup. Don't overthink things; it's all in the past."
