He remembered his childhood. As the Nan Family's sole heir, he was naturally doted upon excessively by the elders. Every meal he had was rigorously measured. He had to eat so many grams of rice, flour, vegetables, and meat every day, all in fixed amounts. Every week's menu was planned in advance over the weekend.
He really didn't have any freedom of choice.
At that time, only when he saw Qin Yin painting at the gate would he find some respite. Only in conversation with her could he speak freely.
He still remembered when he was young, his grandma wouldn't let him talk much, fearing that a wrong word would tarnish the Nan Family's reputation.
Initially, Qin Yin wanted to mock Nan Sichen's answer. But when she saw the look on his face, for some inexplicable reason, she found herself filled with sympathy.
She stared at Nan Sichen in earnest, then asked, "Nan Sichen, is there anything else you haven't eaten?"
