Jin Muchi glanced at the bowl on the table... something that couldn't really be called a feast for the senses and silently approved it.
Lin Zhenxin sat beside Li Yanan and soon fell asleep.
Jin Muchi came in shortly after, followed by a servant delivering a meal.
Li Yanan pointed at a thin blanket, signaling with his eyes for Jin Muchi to cover Lin Zhenxin.
The air conditioning in the center of the room was still a bit too strong.
It was just that...
Li Yanan paused, his gaze falling on Lin Zhenxin's hand that was unintentionally exposed.
The originally jade-like fingers were now covered with knife wounds, looking particularly stark.
"She wanted to cook for you, but... it was a mess."
Noticing Li Yanan's gaze, Jin Muchi quickly jokingly said.
"But why is she so afraid of fire? She acts like she's facing a life-or-death situation."
Jin Muchi couldn't help but shake his head.
"Her dad set a fire and burned himself to death."
