Wen Zhiyao was patiently waiting. Half an hour later, all the dishes were prepared. Zhou Yunsheng served them one by one onto the table, without letting Wen Zhiyao lift a finger.
"I can manage these trivial matters by myself. You don't need to lift a finger, just wait to enjoy the meal." Zhou Yunsheng said while scooping a bowl of rice for Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao didn't have to do a thing throughout the process.
Wen Zhiyao's treatment had significantly improved.
Wen Zhiyao watched all of this in silence, her heart unmoved. If it was in the past, she would have been moved by these gestures.
"Thank you." Wen Zhiyao lowered her head to eat, without a trace of distracting thoughts.
Zhou Yunsheng didn't touch his chopsticks much. His gaze was constantly on Wen Zhiyao. The scene at that moment was so dreamy, it didn't feel real.
