"Yiyi, you seem a bit off since you got back." Zhang Lin looked at the girl sitting across from her, staring blankly into space.
In the span of twenty minutes, she had already zoned out four times, moved her left chopstick to the right and back again twice, and unconsciously rubbed the calluses on her hands countless times. Most importantly, she had just eaten two mouthfuls of chicken gizzards—something she absolutely never touched—completely devoid of expression. Zhang Lin simply couldn't hold back her question any longer.
"You've got something on your mind!"
Chapter 137