Li Tianyi was in a panic.
What should he do? He had chosen completely the wrong style, not the type Ah Ning liked.
If Ah Ning didn't like him, wouldn't all he had done for her be in vain?
Li Tianyi lowered his head, looking at his palm. The red mole at the base of his left middle finger seemed to have grown larger.
Just then, the waiter brought dessert and duck necks, and Liang He asked, "Doctor Li, can Sister Ning eat these?"
"She can. As long as she doesn't drink alcohol, everything else is fine." Li Tianyi pressed his palm against his thigh, giving Ye Weining a light smile.
The smile was gentle yet heavy, as if it contained some profound meaning.
Ye Weining's heart skipped a beat.
She looked up at Li Tianyi, and Li Tianyi was looking at her. His gentle eyes, at some point, had been filled with sadness, slowly flooding in like a tide, submerging her heart...
"Are you feeling sad?" Ye Weining blurted out.
Li Tianyi shook his head at her: "No."
