By the afternoon of the next day, everything was basically settled. Her tightly wound nerves relaxed, and she took advantage of a rare bit of free time to sit down beside him for a short rest.
He adjusted the lamp oil and added a stick of grass.
When he sat back down, she reached over and smoothed his hair.
It had been two days, and she still hadn't had a proper conversation with him. She originally wanted to report the happenings of the past two days to him, but seeing him like this, she gave up. Well, since everything was done, there was no need to disturb him. Quietly accompanying Grandma together this last afternoon was fine too.
They had just sat down for less than two minutes when someone else arrived.
Tu Hengsha's gaze froze—it was Shang Qingmei and Su Rongxing.
They both wore plain black attire, yet retained a touch of elegance.
