Wen Changling stared at him and thought he looked thinner. Was the medical skill at the city hospital not good? He still seemed to be recovering from a serious illness.
"Granny Zhu has left some food for you, I'll go warm it up for you."
"You sit, I'll do it myself."
Wen Changling went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Xie Shang didn't follow.
She thought he had left. After finishing her meal, she came out and found him still sitting on the bamboo bed outside. The autumn night was thick with a chill, the wind tousled his hair, his hands braced on either side, legs casually stretched out, a cat crouched by his feet. The wind swayed the branches, osmanthus flowers drifted down, landing on the back of his hand. He glanced at them, didn't bother to brush them off, and continued looking down at the cat licking its paws, revealing a very white and slender nape, the bones there exuding a sense of leanness.
