Xiang Qingyuan arranged to meet Song Qingping at their usual spot in the northern part of the city, near a bustling market with plenty of restaurants.
During her time with Xiang Qingyuan, Song Qingping had eaten out more often than she had in the past ten-plus years of her life combined.
Xiang Qingyuan was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, but he no longer had the youthful vigor or innocence of his student days; instead, he exuded a perpetual air of grogginess.
He clasped Song Qingping's hand tightly, intertwining their fingers. "It's been a week since I last saw you, babe. How did you get so thin?"
This tender "babe" sent waves through Song Qingping's heart—Xiang Qingyuan was always so gentle.
She'd never met anyone who treated her so kindly…
"Work's been busy, and I haven't been eating properly."
Xiang Qingyuan chuckled, "That's why I brought you here to make up for it. This hotpot place is pretty good—the sliced beef is really fresh."
Inside the hotpot restaurant.
