Originally, there had been hints that the departure of that woman had been a long time coming, yet at the time, he was simply too indulgent in his tastes to notice.
Mu Jinyu held the spoon, his gaze distant, his thoughts drifting back to those days...
Over the years, although he had seldom had chicken soup due to that woman's influence, it wasn't that he had never had it at all.
Back then, he wouldn't have thought much of drinking chicken soup, but today, perhaps stirred by Uncle Fu's words, the moment he sipped the chicken soup Gu Xiyan had simmered for an afternoon, memories of the past surged forth.
From the woman preparing him an extremely lavish dinner, to her crying on one side while admonishing him to always eat well, listen to his father, and not to make him angry...
Suddenly, Mu Jinyu felt an uncomfortable sensation in his eyes, as if sand had gotten into them.
