He carried the porridge to Yan Lingyi's door and gently knocked.
No response.
He reached out to turn the doorknob, and it surprisingly opened.
Carrying the porridge inside, he saw Yan Lingyi standing on the balcony, staring ahead absentmindedly.
The sky was already dark, and it was a bit chilly on a winter's night, Yan Lingyi was not dressed warmly.
Yan Fei placed the porridge on the coffee table, then took a coat and walked over, gently draping it over Yan Lingyi's shoulders.
"Thank you." Yan Lingyi's voice was as heavy as her mood at the moment.
"Auntie, have some porridge first, you haven't eaten anything all day."
She hadn't eaten anything at the birthday banquet, let alone after coming back, just kept herself locked in the room.
Yan Lingyi looked desolately at the night outside, "I have no appetite."
"Auntie, are you thinking about your cousin?"
Yan Lingyi stared ahead into the darkness, not knowing what she was looking at.
