"Uh, try the porridge!"
Her face flushed slightly, and she discreetly withdrew her small hand.
There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes...
For a mature man, holding hands is just a tentative intimate gesture.
Clearly, his attempt failed; Ye Huanyan was not accustomed to getting closer to him.
He could see that in her inner world, there was always a place for Lie Xunjue.
Ye Menghua had once said that Lie Xunjue was merely a part of Ye Huanyan's past...
But he could see that this was not the past, but the present.
However, he didn't intend to force her, and still gave a gentle smile as before, "You sit down too!"
"Okay!"
Ye Huanyan sat across from He Ziting.
The morning sunlight shone through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making the clean and spacious dining room feel especially warm.
He Ziting ate unhurriedly, while Ye Huanyan watched him nervously.
