She didn't mind his closeness, which was good; it was already a significant step forward. He couldn't ask too much of her; after all, her situation at that time was quite different from his. She had not only forgotten him, but everything else as well.
He didn't know if Luo Xiaoqian would be able to remember everything again, but he wasn't worried about it.
So what if she forgot? At most, he'd just pursue her again.
Her not rejecting him was a good start. Leng Zimo was confident he could win her over again.
Watching Leng Zimo pour the egg liquid into the sink, Luo Xiaoqian curiously asked, "Is this... unusable?"
There was a hint of apology in her tone.
Her childhood of frugality had ingrained in Luo Xiaoqian the habit of thriftiness, especially never wasting food. Even though she now had a considerable fortune, she was still her same self.
Pouring it out like this felt like a bit of a pity.
