But Wu Jinyan seemed to have anticipated it all along.
Wu Jinyan, supporting her waist, slowly moved to the table to pour tea for him, "I heard about Lu Ying entering the Marquis's Manor, and I figured you wouldn't be pleased. Since Sister Han left early, and I couldn't sleep, I leaned against the window for a while. Who knew you would actually come?"
"Yan'er understands me, our hearts beat as one."
Su Hao took the teacup and simultaneously held her hand in his grasp. Her hands were slender and long, with a thin layer of calluses formed from her daily chores. He gently caressed them, filled with affection.
Wu Jinyan's eyes curved into a smile, the warm yellow candlelight flickering between her brows, as if gathering a lifetime's tenderness.
Seeing Su Hao's still-furrowed brow, she reached out to smooth it, "Have you just met with Lu Ying? Your brow is so tightly knit."
