Offering flowers to Buddha on behalf of another is not impermissible, and Li Shuru wouldn't know, but such behavior is really too despicable.
"What are you thinking about?"
Li Shuru passed a dish over.
Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly and carried it to the dining room.
During the meal, the atmosphere was quite cheerful with laughter and conversation, but Jiang Chen increasingly felt something was off.
That night, lying in bed, Jiang Chen finally couldn't help but ask, "Is something on your mind?"
Li Shuru nestled into his embrace, her soft hair partly draping over his face, tickling him and wafting a light scent of fragrance.
"No."
Jiang Chen knew she wasn't being sincere, yet he didn't ask further.
"Ding."
The mobile phone on the nightstand made a sound.
It was a text message.
"Your phone rang."
Jiang Chen reminded her.
Li Shuru got up, glanced at her phone, didn't reply, quickly set it down, and lay down again.
"It's just spam."
