Although Qin Ningning was timid and shy, she was also gentle and sensitive. Being with her close friend gave her the courage to gently tease Chu Yao, "Chuchu, you're blushing. You're getting shy." Chu Yao reached up and touched her cheek. It was a little hot, but she still shot Qin Ningning a playful glare. "I... I'm just flushed from the soup, okay?"
"Oh." 'But didn't you finish your soup half an hour ago?'
Although Qin Ningning was a novelist, she didn't have a gossipy bone in her body. Still, she couldn't help but ask, "Chuchu, did you ask him about what happened back then? What was really going on between you two?" Chu Yao fell silent. After a long moment, she spoke. "I asked, but I might as well not have."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't get an explanation, but he did apologize to me."
Sensing the shift in Chu Yao's mood, Qin Ningning quickly tried to comfort her. "It's all in the past. What matters is that you're happy now."
People have to live in the present, after all.
