"Zhiqiu, don't think too much," Lingling patted Nan Zhifeng's hand reassuringly. "Move forward, let go of the past, and start a new life."
"There are some things I want to clear up," Nan Zhifeng frowned. "If you remember anything, you must tell me."
"Okay, don't worry," Lingling nodded repeatedly.
"Zhiqiu, how are you doing now? Do you have a place to stay?" Zhuzhu held Nan Zhifeng's hand and asked with concern, "If you have nowhere to stay, you can live at my place; I rented a house just outside the city..."
"Oh, Zhuzhu, you really are..." Lingling interrupted Zhuzhu and laughed. "Zhiqiu is doing very well now, her boyfriend is a big shot; why would she stay at your place?"
"Ah? Really?" Zhuzhu looked at Nan Zhifeng.
"I..."
Just as Nan Zhifeng was about to speak, Long Xingye led the waiter in, bringing his cherished red wine and lots of delicious food.
"Xingye, you brought all your stored wine!"