"Rongrong, it's time to come back for dinner."
Just as Lin Yichen and Ning Rongrong were talking freely about the future, Ning Fengzhi's voice came whistling over with the wind.
Lin Yichen turned to Ning Rongrong and asked tentatively, "Shall we go?"
Ning Rongrong looked up at the sky, where several stars dotted the darkness, then glanced back at Lin Yichen beside her.
She smacked her lips, then nodded as though she had made some momentous decision.
"Let's go back, Brother Lin."
And so, Ning Rongrong took Lin Yichen's hand and left with him.
Half a day always passed quickly, especially since this was Ning Rongrong's first time meeting Lin Yichen.
Yet she had already formed a deep impression of this gentle, thoughtful big brother.
She wanted him to stay a little longer. At least tonight, he would be "keeping" her company.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's dining hall was laden with delicious dishes. Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the table, with his wife—Ning Rongrong's mother—beside him.
She smiled and gestured for the two of them to sit.
Sword and Bone Douluo had already taken their seats nearby, though their gazes still sparked fiercely against one another.
As if their battle from the daytime had yet to end.
"Young Master Lin, please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."
Madam Ning smiled as she tried to smooth things over.
Yet this only made Lin Yichen feel awkward.
These dishes... were far better than anything Spirit Hall had to offer.
He then looked at Ning Rongrong, who was earnestly stuffing herself with food beside him, and felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ning Fengzhi waved to Madam Ning, signaling for her to take Rongrong to bed while he handled