The boy was the same age as her this year, only twenty, but he looked as though he had weathered countless hardships, so gaunt that she could hardly recognize him.
She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, then walked over to him and took a seat across from him.
Xia Jianqing saw her and his eyes showed only a slight flicker of change. He lifted his head, his eyes swollen as if he had cried or perhaps had not slept for a long while.
"Chenxing, you're here. Would you like something to drink?"
"Just some warm water for me." She didn't like coffee, and after becoming pregnant, she became even more careful with her diet.
"How about a glass of lemonade? This coffee shop sells those too, I've asked," Xia Jianqing suggested with a gentle expression.
Chenxing didn't refuse and nodded, placing her bag on the seat next to her, then looked up at him: "Are you alright?"
He smiled faintly, but didn't answer.
"Are you sick? You look pale," Chenxing couldn't help but say.
