Su Ziqiao sighed for the one hundred and eighth time.
Gu Lingling just sat there quietly across from him, listening to his sighs.
Then... she served him some food!
Su Ziqiao sighed with every bite he took.
"If you keep sighing like this, you might as well skip the meal," Gu Lingling put down her chopsticks, "It's bad for your health."
"But every time I think about how my grandpa hasn't woken up yet, I feel awful and lose my appetite," Su Ziqiao said mournfully.
Gu Lingling looked at the table full of dishes that he had almost finished, "..."
Is this what having no appetite looks like?
Then someone please tell her, what does it mean to have an appetite?
"Sigh!" Su Ziqiao sighed again, picking up his chopsticks to grab another bite, "My grandpa was so good to me when I was little."
"When your grandpa was little?" Gu Lingling asked puzzled.
