Coming-up meeting

Xiao Yue didn't say anything and leaned on the couch sideways and stared at Ling Qingyu.

But her stare said everything and Ling Qingyu controlled her face direction, trying hard not to notice it.

At last, Ling Qingyu gave up and glanced helplessly at Xiao Yue, who showed a winning smile.

"I was a little scared a while ago," Ling Qingyu patted her chest as she recalled the short memories.

"A little?" Xiao Yue's mouth curled up.

Ling Qingyu's face twitched and resigned. "Terrified. Okay?"

Seeing Ling Qingyu drooping her shoulder in resignation, Xiao Yue gently held Ling Qingyu's shoulder. "What makes you terrified? You can tell us how you feel?"

What Xiao Yue did was the correct way to soothe someone. Only after recalling and facing forward would the cowardice disappear.

Was Ling Qingyu a coward? Xiao Yue knew it was impossible except for the momentary experience. She likely guessed something.