"How is my mom doing?"
Xiang Wan didn't notice Zuo Xingyun's distraction, her mind preoccupied with her mother still in the hospital, where Zuo Xingyun's people had been keeping watch.
"I came back just to talk to you about this."
Zuo Xingyun's gaze swept past her cheek and turned toward the staircase.
The hallway was indeed not a good place to talk. Once they reached the downstairs living room, Zuo Xingyun pushed the first cup of tea, poured by a servant, towards Xiang Wan and took the second one for himself.
This detail made Xiang Wan feel uneasy; since childhood, Zuo Xingyun had always put her first in everything, whether it was food or drink...
Could this also be a point of resentment that Zuo Xingyun harbored?
She felt somewhat oppressed and said, "If there's anything from the past that has made you unhappy, you can just say it."
Zuo Xingyun looked up at her; his cool brows and eyes seemed to betray incomprehension: "There's nothing between you and me that's unpleasant."
