Rumors outside grew more and more intense, but Ye Jiuliang had no heart to care about them, spending the whole day without leaving Li Mochan's side.
At noon, Ji Mingqian still came over with food.
Stepping into the room, he turned to look at the silently sitting woman, her slender silhouette enveloped in somber loneliness.
From a young age until now, Ji Mingqian had truly never seen such a dispirited and despondent Ye Jiuliang, her entire being in a state of extreme tension, and Li Mochan was the string that supported her. If that string broke, she might also fall into madness.
Ji Mingqian pursed his thin lips, a barely noticeable sigh covered by the sound of footsteps.
Approaching the sofa, he placed the food container on the table and called out loudly, "Ajiu, come and eat."
The figure sitting not far away remained still as ever.
After setting up the bowls and chopsticks, seeing that she still hadn't come over, he turned and walked towards her.
