Is she that unlikable?
Should she discuss with her uncle about staying here temporarily after the divorce?
Jing Yiren thought of it and shook her head. She couldn't let herself down.
If she could swallow her pride and plea for her uncle's help, she wouldn't be Jing Yiren, whose dignity is even more important than her own life.
As Jing Yiren was tossing and turning in bed, she heard some noise outside the door.
The sound of footsteps passing her door and descending the staircase.
"....." Was it her uncle?
Approximately five minutes later, the sound of someone climbing the stairs, the footsteps stopped at Jing Yiren's room.
Jing Yiren, who was lying in bed, quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Then the sound of the door being opened.
Simultaneously, a rich and subtle aroma permeated the room, accompanied by a hint of burnt scent, a smell that Jing Yiren had never encountered before.
It was like some kind of food, enticingly fragrant.
