Xing Jiuan was taken out for a meal by Lu Zhichen. After asking Xing Jiuan, Lu Zhichen chose a restaurant with lighter-tasting food.
"It's not good for you to eat food with heavy flavors tonight. I'll take you to eat someplace else next time, okay?"
Xing Jiuan was also a sickly child when she was young. She would feel uncomfortable for two days after eating oily and salty food at night. She was also especially picky about food. Lu Zhichen had been with her for a few months back then, and he still remembered these small matters clearly.
Xing Jiuan did not respond to this intimate question about having a next meal.
"I don't remember you." She had come to clarify a few things.
"That's normal. You were young then, around five years old." Lu Zhichen did not mind Xing Jiuan's coldness. His eyes relaxed and he looked at Xing Jiuan with a gentle gaze.