"Yue'er," Zhang Qiling said softly as he entered the dining room, looking at Qingyue, who was lost in thought.
"Ling, come quickly. Breakfast has shredded chicken porridge, your favorite," Qingyue said, snapping out of it and gesturing for Zhang Qiling to come over, acting as if whatever she had just thought of for a split second was not important.
Zhang Qiling pressed his lips together and walked to Qingyue's side, his expression softening as he looked at her brightened smile.
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