That's right, both brothers have always treated Manman well, but that doesn't mean they would condone anything she does.
"You go out first," Grandpa Yao instructed.
Yao Zibao walked out.
After shedding a jacket onto the back of a chair and turning around, he saw that cactus again. His eyes narrowed, his finger stretching towards the flowerpot nearly touching the edge, when suddenly he paused and withdrew his hand. His gaze then casually drifted to the window, and a long breath escaped his lips.
Jiang Yan, too, had his doubts about his wife's sudden gift of a cactus that evening, but he didn't ask. Everyone who received the cactus showed no curiosity, so why would he?
The young couple, having been apart for a while, felt like newlyweds again. They sat in the room, one knitting and the other writing, both busying themselves with their own tasks while talking, their affection endless.
"Ayan, who are you writing to this time?" Manman, the little wife, asked.
