Chapter 1188: Going Alone with a Sword

An Lan watched Ling Tianyu as he drank one sip after another, feeling deeply gratified in her heart.

When she brought over the chicken soup, she had felt quite uneasy. After all, this was her first time doing something like this, and she had some understanding of Ling Tianyu—a person with a slightly cold disposition.

He might refuse to drink it, and that would be too embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, it went smoothly—Ling Tianyu drank it.

"It's alright, isn't it?" An Lan stood up, took the chair from nearby, and sat next to Ling Tianyu, blinking in concern as she asked.

"Hmm." Ling Tianyu couldn't tell whether it tasted good or bad; he had no appetite. With matters weighing heavily on his mind, even having the mood to savor the taste would have been a miracle.

Seeing Ling Tianyu nod, An Lan felt a little smug inside. Although she couldn't claim to be deeply in love with him, she definitely had a favorable impression of him.