Can't compare to the past, but the two are doing alright. The furnishings inside are a bit old, but at least they're spotless. There are a few flower pots on the windowsill, too bad they haven't bloomed. There are a few cold dishes on the table, and a fragrant aroma wafts from the kitchen.
Zhao Jieyun came in and laughed: "Hurry up, dry your hair, wash your hands, and let's eat."
Sun Chan hurriedly laughed: "I didn't get drenched."
"Still, better be careful! If there's cold medicine, take a pill quickly." Yang Dongfeng said, "So you don't catch a cold later."
"Thanks, but I don't need it." Sun Chan and Yang Dongfeng still feel a bit awkward around each other.
Yang Dongfeng knows the past hurt Sun Chan deeply, so he didn't say much, just smiled and brought out the pill.
Sun Chan couldn't refuse his kindness, so she took it.
Just as the three finished tidying up, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Jieyun went to open it and couldn't help but laugh.
