"By the way, Cousin, Feng Yi mentioned that today is Jiuliang's father's death anniversary," Jiang Yisheng suddenly remembered what Feng Yi had brought up the day before and mentioned in a hushed voice.
Li Mochan continued walking without stopping, "I know."
Inside the bedroom, Ye Jiuliang was up early. After getting washed up, she stayed curled up on the sofa, not moving.
Li Mochan came in through the door and saw the person huddled up on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed.
She was staring blankly, not even noticing when he approached her.
Li Mochan set down the milk, sat next to her, and extended his arm to embrace her.
"Drink the milk first," he said, placing the cup in her hand.
Ye Jiuliang picked up the cup and quickly finished the milk in a few gulps.
Li Mochan took the cup from her and gently rubbed the top of her head.
"After breakfast, how about I take you out for a walk?"
