Gu Mian's hand, holding the medicine box, trembled slightly at the fingertips.
She slowly clenched her fist, calming herself, "Some things, once they are in the past, they are over, and can never be revisited."
...
For several days, Gu Mian noticed that Pei Jinchuan had become noticeably busier, often working late into the night before coming home.
Sometimes Niannian would miss him and call, only to hang up hurriedly after a few words.
At night, after Niannian had fallen asleep, Gu Mian would go down to the kitchen.
"Miss Gu, the soup will be ready soon," the servant reported.
"I'll take over, you go rest," she said.
"Yes."
Gu Mian added some seasoning to the soup, turned off the heat, and sat in the living room.
It wasn't until after eleven that Pei Jinchuan finally came home.
"Why so late?" Gu Mian stood up and approached him, "Are you very busy?"
"Is Niannian asleep?"
"Yes, she was still angry at you before bed, saying you didn't keep her company."
