Luo Ziling's last name was Luo, which was the same as the person Ling Ruonan was fond of, and his name even had 'Ling' in it. Yang Qingyin suddenly understood something.
"We actually share the same surname," Luo Ziling said, his expression somewhat panicked, and his smile seemed very forced.
Yang Qingyin also smiled, but her smile was equally peculiar.
Luo Ziling felt uneasy under Yang Qingyin's gaze and didn't know what to say.
"Let's go," Yang Qingyin took the initiative to reach for Luo Ziling's hand. After grabbing his hand, she revealed a smile that was no different from usual, "Should we go back now, or continue to walk around?"
"How about we just stroll around?" Luo Ziling took a deep breath, held Yang Qingyin's hand tightly, and turned his head to give her what he believed was his most brilliant smile, "Where would you like to go?"
"Wherever you lead, I'll follow," Yang Qingyin's expression had returned to normal.