For several consecutive days, Xiang Wan had seen Achen driving Zuo Xingyun's car to pick up and drop off Yu Shuqi. Occasionally, when Yu Shuqi wasn't in such a hurry, they could even chat for a while.
Yu Shuqi always seemed to be very busy.
Shi Nian'an had already left and was no longer staying at Xiang Mansion. When Xiang Wan returned home, it was once again quiet, and all her spare time was devoted to her newly transformed art studio.
She no longer visited her mother in the hospital as often, because every visit began with hope and ended in disappointment. She had almost forgotten what her mother looked like in better times.
On a weekend afternoon, Xiang Wan was focused on painting in her studio while wearing headphones.
The room had large windows, through which the sunlight poured in, casting a golden sheen on the floor.
Outside the window stood mature landscaping trees, which had been in the courtyard for many years. Birds occasionally perched on them, chirping nonstop.
