When she returned to Dilan Mo Residence, the sky had already darkened.
Shu Yimo sat silently on the sofa, her expression somewhat distant. Even when Long Chengyu sat down next to her carrying a medical kit, she didn't notice until he took her hand and began to clean the wound in her palm. Only then did she come back to her senses.
"Bear with it a bit."
His low voice reached her as he moved gently, but Shu Yimo still winced slightly with pain and instinctively withdrew her hand.
"Did you know about Grandfather Fan's death?"
Shu Yimo looked at him as he busied himself and asked softly.
"Secretary Zhu was worried something had happened to you and called Ashi. You seem to have deep feelings for that old man…"
Long Chengyu responded in such a way, but it wasn't clear if he really answered the question.
