Watching Shui Yin and Shui Yue, Qi Yue couldn't help but feel envious. If only he had such a wonderful father too! As he was thinking, he felt a warmth in his hand. Wen Ting had silently clasped his hand. The two exchanged glances, a feeling of shared destiny welling up within them.
Shui Yin glanced at his watch, saying, "Ru Yue, I can stay for lunch, but I have a surgery this afternoon, so I can't linger too long."
Ru Yue quickly replied, "I understand. I'll have the kitchen start preparing immediately. We can have an early lunch today. Uncle, please make yourselves comfortable in the hall. Qi Yue, what about you?"
Qi Yue answered, "I'll go to the hall as well. I've been back for a few days now. If I don't get moving, I might start to rust."
