Ye Jian was hard to chase. Actually, he had the right to speak the most. After her resistance, coldness, and evasion, they hadn't met for almost a year. In the end, he chose to take the initiative.
Now that she had finally relented, it was a little like gaining experience from a calamity. How could he bear to make her sad?
As the night deepened, dark clouds covered the sky full of stars. In the middle of the night, it began to rain, and it didn't stop until five o'clock the next morning.
Ye Jian, who was used to waking up early, made herself busy. She couldn't do her morning exercises so she prepared green beans and plain congee early in the morning. She was waiting for Uncle Gen to wake up so that he could have some.
