When it was time to part, even a simple act of washing up seemed extraordinarily sweet. Knowing full well how childish they both were, they still happily indulged in each other's childishness.
During the whole time of washing up, Ji Sang was almost clinging to Fu Yisi. Even changing into home clothes was something Fu Yisi helped her with. Ji Sang set aside her usual shyness and unease, rightfully enjoying the care provided by Fu Yisi.
Fu Yisi was the one who prepared brunch.
Ji Sang sat in the dining room facing the kitchen, supporting her chin with both hands, watching her husband busying himself inside. Ji Sang's gaze was direct and intense, hard for Fu Yisi to ignore, compelling him to look back at her during the brief moments he could spare.
When Min Yunwen called, Ji Sang was so engrossed that even after the phone had rung for nearly half a minute, she hadn't moved. It was Fu Yisi who walked to the kitchen doorway, looked at Ji Sang helplessly, and pointed at her phone.
