At that time, Lin Fengmian had been poisoned by gas and had been saved through Ning Li breaking the window.
After coming back from the hospital, Lin Fengmian had followed his mother to her house to thank her.
Her grandmother had asked her to play with the little boy for a while.
She did not say anything and went back to her room.
She had thought it was just a small matter. If it had been anyone else, she would have done the same.
At that time, she did not like to play with other children any longer.
Other than fighting, she spent most of her time reading in her room or at the bookstore.
This time was no exception. She did not say a word as she pulled out a stool and sat down, continuing to read her book.
Lin Fengmian timidly stood by the door. He felt her coldness and was somewhat at a loss.
There was not even a second chair in the room, so he just stood there.
He merely watched Ning Li as she read her book.
