Her words left him stunned. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Hua Yan had already lowered her eyes, focusing on her meal, clearly not wishing to continue the topic.
Ling Yao curled his lips self-deprecatingly, feeling he might have been presumptuous. Look, the young lady in front of him has always remained clear-headed.
Oh well, there's plenty of time in the future. He didn't believe he couldn't uncover her past.
Probably because the topic had gone cold, the two of them didn't talk much and just slowly finished their meal.
When she had cleaned up and stepped out of the kitchen, she saw Ling Yao leaning against the balcony door, holding a cup of tea and gazing into the distance.
She pulled off her apron: "If there's nothing this afternoon, I'll head out first, and come back at dinnertime."
