Yanshen prepared a fried egg for Yao Qing, making sure to leave the yolk runny, just the way she liked it, with the middle part perfectly intact.
Yao Qing opened her mouth, and he appeared somewhat helpless yet indulged her to an excessive extent as he hand-fed her.
Tang Yi stood quietly in her place, like an outsider.
In fact, since her return, everything had become different from what she had expected—she had become a complete outsider.
Even Master Fu, whom she had played with for so long... now treated her with a perplexing distance.
Everything leaves a trace, and Tang Yi was not foolish. She knew that the root of the problem was the woman in front of her.
"Yanshen, he only gave me two hours. Can you help me?" She softened her voice, carrying a hint of pity, "Consider it... repayment of your debt to me."
