C329 Being Fed Dog Food

"I know. After he died, I was able to practice my words in silence, but he never saw me again." Mi Ya's expression was filled with disappointment.

"Then write it for me another day."

"Okay." Mi Ya smiled.

After eating the noodles, Mi Ya poured Fu Xingzhi a cup of fruit tea that she made herself.

"How is it? How is it? It's not worse than lemon honey water, right?" Mi Ya asked in anticipation