Not everyone is as adaptable as Lu Jingzhi, nor is everyone like Jiang Tanyue, who can force herself to acclimate to life just to survive.
Jiang Wunian is still in a state of being physically present, but mentally elsewhere.
In the afternoon, the sun was scorching hot, and the coolness inside the thatched house was no longer cold, but rather pleasantly refreshing.
The two of them chatted all afternoon.
Whenever Jiang Wunian felt that she was talking too much and that her mother might find her annoyingly talkative, she would see the intense gaze from Shen Nanwei.
She was listening attentively.
Very attentively.
She asked many absurd questions.
Her sense of humor was peculiar.
And easily amused.
Jiang Wunian was not a very talkative person, she often shied away from strangers, but she was a chatterbox with her best friend.
Now, she was gradually getting into the state.
Is her logic not very strict?
