The dining room was filled with the aroma of coffee.
Grandma Jiang wiped her mouth with a tissue and asked, "Has Asheng not woken up yet?"
Veya sipped her coffee, the flavor lingering on her lips, "She should be up by now, probably getting washed up."
Grandma Jiang sighed, "Without Xiaojiu, the house seems so much emptier."
It hadn't been very noticeable before, but since Xiaojiu came around, everyone had grown accustomed to the liveliness, and it felt strange to be without it now.
Veya smiled and took a bowl to serve her some porridge.
"So Grandma has been missing me that much," came a warm voice filled with mirth from the doorway.
Both Grandma Jiang and Veya's faces lit up with joy as they turned towards the entrance, where the young woman peaked in.
Her delicate face was brimming with a smile— it was none other than Ye Jiuliang.
"Xiaojiu," Grandma Jiang, her face crinkling with a smile, hurried over, her voice brimming with excitement.
