"Luoyang, drink some water, I added honey, it will make you feel better." Luo Ye handed a warm cup of honey water to Luoyang, the little girl's tight face softened a bit, and in her, Luo Ye saw her own past reflection, feeling an inexplicable closeness in her heart.
Seeing the little girl's eyes constantly fixed on Song Qiu, Luo Ye smiled and took her hand to pet Song Qiu a couple of times: "Feels comfortable to touch, doesn't it?"
Song Qiu made two protesting grunts, curling up its small body, as if objecting to being used as a diplomatic tool by its young owner. The cute and playful gesture brought a hint of a smile to the otherwise stern-faced Luoyang, who then turned to Luo Ye helplessly: "Does Sister Ye'er think I'm a six-year-old kid?"
The girl's helpless look brought a cheerful laugh from Luo Ye. Pointing to the water cup, she said, "Finally smiling, it's not easy, go on, drink the water."
