After tidying up the kitchen, Ye Liangyan went on to apply a hot compress to Jiang Yutang's leg.
It was something she did every day, and she had become quite skilled at it.
In the serene atmosphere, Ye Liangyan suddenly spoke, "I had lunch at Yue Lai Pavilion today."
Jiang Yutang was lying on the couch; at her words, his gaze fell upon her calm and undisturbed profile.
"What made you decide to go there for a meal?"
Ye Liangyan's fingers gently kneaded his leg, applying just the right amount of pressure. She didn't answer his question, instead, she said, "Sister Wen Yue told me some things about you, and about your sister too."
He obviously felt his muscles tense slightly, then they relaxed.
Looking up, she saw only his face, calm and gentle; his restrained gaze was not clear, as if shrouded in an indescribable silence.
Some things no longer needed to be said.
They were both well aware at the bottom of their hearts.
