Nan Wan slightly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the tea leaves fully steeped in the cup, without saying a word.
Shen Zhimei also remained silent, and the living room was engulfed in a prolonged silence, only broken by the faint laughter of Jiashu from the backyard, proving the villa was indeed inhabited.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
Aunt Zhou was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Although Jiashu was in an unfamiliar environment, he was comfortable because his mom and aunt were there, and a golden retriever was keeping him company. He showed no signs of unease as he sat on the carpet playing with his toys, seeming rather happy.
However, his happiness and relaxation lasted only until the moment before Shen Zhimei had to leave.
His chubby little arms wrapped around Shen Zhimei's leg, not wanting her to go. He didn't cry, but tears were already welling up in his eyes.
