While Ling Ruonan was in a dilemma, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were still leisurely sitting back to back on a bench embraced by the green willows of the Summer Palace, eating and chatting.

"Senior, are you feeling a bit stronger?" Yang Qingyin's soft back was leaning against him, and Luo Ziling found it very comfortable, wishing they could sit and talk like this forever. But as the sky grew darker and evening approached, he asked softly.

Yang Qingyin relaxed her body comfortably, letting her entire weight rest on Luo Ziling's back, but her strength had not fully recovered.

She felt lazy all over and didn't want to move a muscle.

However, she also noticed that it was getting late and chilly, and the park would close soon, so they couldn't keep sitting like this. Hence, after hearing Luo Ziling's question, she quickly agreed, "I feel a bit better, let's leave before we get locked in here."

Though she said this, her body didn't move; she was still leaning on Luo Ziling's back.

After a moment, she gradually regained her strength and sat up straight.

Luo Ziling also stood up, swiftly cleaned up the remnants of their snacks, threw the trash into a nearby bin, and then called for Yang Qingyin to get up.

Yang Qingyin picked up the bag in front of her, smiled at Luo Ziling, and then stood up.

Perhaps because she had been sitting for too long and her nerves were compressed, or for some other reason, Yang Qingyin's legs suddenly gave way as she stood up. After a low cry of alarm, her body tilted over.

Fearing that Yang Qingyin might fall, Luo Ziling quickly reached out to support her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Yang Qingyin had a slender figure, very slim indeed.

As he wrapped his arms around Yang Qingyin's waist, Luo Ziling even thought of a line of poetry, "A slender waist so frail, it seems as light as a palm's embrace."

"Senior, you're too thin," he said while holding her waist, not with any inappropriate thoughts, but still teasingly added, "Moreover, a beautiful lady, wandering beyond the skies like clouds, a swallow flying in the palm of your hand. Don't strive for such a slim waist too much, health comes first."

With Luo Ziling's arms around her waist, Yang Qingyin felt a tremble through her body, her strength seemingly evaporating, and she naturally leaned into his embrace, but soon struggled free.

"Junior, you actually use Liu Sanbian's poetry to tease me," Yang Qingyin, her face flushed as she stood up from Luo Ziling's embrace, looked at him sidelong with a smiling gaze and said discontentedly, "No making fun of me. My slimness is natural, not because I'm deliberately dieting."

"Since Comrade Senior says so, then all I can do is encourage you to strive for better health, and I will help you." After saying this, Luo Ziling asked curiously, "Do you also like Liu Yong's lyrics?"

"Why should only you be allowed to like them?" Yang Qingyin had already adjusted her mood, looking at Luo Ziling with a teasing smile, "Do you think I can only wallow in the sentimentalism of Li Yian?"

"But the sentimentalism of Liu Yong and Li Qingzhao are of the same kind!"

"Still, they are not quite the same, at least in terms of their writing perspectives," Yang Qingyin didn't deny Luo Ziling's argument, and after thinking for a bit, she softly recited the very poem Luo Ziling used to tease her.

"In love's palace, Jingu Garden blooms, along the lanes of Pingkang Alley, where luxury abounds, through days of heedless joy, I never felt the burden light to bear, in heart and eyes twofold.

Moreover, a beautiful lady, wandering beyond the skies like clouds, a swallow flying in the palm of your hand. To the splendid feast, every choice delights. Always enthralled by wine, entangled by floral embraces.

More's the pity for Shujing Pavilion's grace, summer's cool mat and pillow. Crisp moonlit nights, morning's snow flurries, a year's splendor, all destined to me partake, elegant sojourns, and clear feasts."

"Counting the affairs of life, the fleeting moments of time, the petty gains of officialdom. While in joyful laughter, trying to briefly part. But then comes the loathed rain and sorrowful clouds, with the earth and sky far apart."

This was a famous piece "Phoenix Returning to the Cloud" by the renowned Song Dynasty poet Liu Yong, which Yang Qingyin adored and had written a long essay about. Unexpectedly, today Luo Ziling casually quoted these lines to tease her.

"I quite like this poem too," thought Yang Qingyin could actually recite it in full, and that too with such emotion, Luo Ziling couldn't help but be a little surprised, "It seems we have more in common when it comes to our interests and hobbies than I thought."

Yang Qingyin returned a smile, but as she silently re-read the poem, her expression suddenly changed.

"Counting the affairs of life, the fleeting moments of time, the petty gains of officialdom. While in joyful laughter, trying to briefly part. But then comes the loathed rain and sorrowful clouds, with the earth and sky far apart." These lines evoked an extremely uneasy feeling in her heart.

When she had written an essay on this poem in the past, she had been touched by these lines as well, but the sentimentality she felt then was nowhere near as poignant as it was now. "While in joyful laughter, trying to briefly part," these few words brought her a sadness that she couldn't put into words.

A sudden feeling with no explanation as to why.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yang Qingyin's sudden change in expression and the seriousness on her face, Luo Ziling was startled and quickly asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No," Yang Qingyin forced a smile and shook her head, "Maybe I've been sitting for too long. I felt a bit dizzy, but I'm fine now."

"I told you that you were too frail, but you didn't believe me," Luo Ziling said teasingly, but then felt a bit embarrassed, "Maybe it's because we've walked too much and you're tired, right? How about I carry you out?"

"No need," Yang Qingyin shook her head with a blush, "I'm fine, let's go!"

Luo Ziling didn't insist and slowly walked with her towards the exit.

The two chatted casually as they walked.

However, Luo Ziling quickly noticed that Yang Qingyin's pace was slowing down, as if she was running out of energy.

"My feet are a bit sore, let's walk slowly," Yang Qingyin said with an embarrassed smile when she noticed Luo Ziling watching her.

"Don't be stubborn, I'll carry you out," Luo Ziling said, and without waiting for Yang Qingyin to respond, he scooped her up in a princess carry.

Yang Qingyin hadn't anticipated Luo Ziling's sudden move, and out of sheer surprise, she let out a yelp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Put me down," she requested softly, her face flush with color.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly shy guy turned out to be quite audacious.

"It's okay, I'm not tired. You're so light, I could carry you out with one hand," Luo Ziling didn't set her down, as the feeling of holding her close was too pleasant. After mustering the courage to lift Yang Qingyin in his arms, why would he let her down now?

Yang Qingyin struggled a bit but couldn't free herself, so she resigned to her fate.

In fact, she wasn't entirely resistant to Luo Ziling holding her like this.

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