"Sure, when I'm feeling down, I'll go there and beat someone up to vent," Wan Chu'er laughed.
Yan Hui chuckled lightly, "What about now?"
Now?
Wan Chu'er was startled, a bitter smile curling up at the corners of her mouth, "There are too many entanglements now."
"I can help you if you want," Yan Hui said earnestly, his gaze steady on her.
Wan Chu'er's hand on her lap clenched tightly, and after a few seconds of silence, she still smiled:
"Brother Yan Hui, thank you for what you just said. Let's head back to the front, it's time to leave. Does grandpa know you're back? Let's go back to the old house together today. Mrs. Zhu has learned some new dishes and they're really delicious."
She understood what Yan Hui meant.
But she couldn't give any response, her emotional world had always been small, allowing room only for Jiang Kechu twice, even without Jiang Kechu, she wouldn't accept anyone else.
