Wang Chuqin pulled Shasha into his arms, listening to her chatter on about the past. Usually, Shasha looked bright and cheerful, quick to smile, but she actually wasn't one for many words. Compared to talking, she preferred taking direct action.
So hearing Shasha speak like a little dumpling felt quite refreshing to Wang Chuqin, and as long as she was talking, she had no time to be sad.
Yet after Shasha said, "When I was learning to play table tennis, I forgot to go home for dinner, so my grandma brought a lunchbox to the club, watched me finish eating, and only then allowed me to keep practicing," she fell silent again. Wang Chuqin forked a piece of fruit and held it to her lips. "Open your mouth. If you don't finish it, I'm not leaving." As he spoke, he pinched her cheek, trying to distract her from her sorrowful mood.
Chapter 115