Luo Yang noticed that Shi Yun felt inferior, which was why she often hung her head.
"Sister Xiao Yun, why do you always look down?" Luo Yang asked.
Shi Yun gently shook her head.
The reason, perhaps, she was unaware of.
As they say, the player is blind, while the spectator sees everything.
Luo Yang, who knew her relatively well, could roughly guess why.
He couldn't instantly change Shi Yun's mindset; it would take time.
When Luo Yang gently pecked Shi Yun's red lips again, her cheeks blossomed into a spread of red flush, radiating shy charm.
"Sister Xiao Yun, if you ever face any difficulty, you must tell me so we can share it together. Okay?" Luo Yang stroked her hair softly.
Shi Yun nodded.
"Then tell me now, do you have any worries, troubles, or wishes?" Luo Yang asked.
After thinking quietly for a moment, Shi Yun shook her head, indicating she had none.