Lin Nianhe set down her pen and calmly picked up her tea cup, took a sip of water.
Then, as if she had just noticed someone outside, she smiled and waved at Miao Yulan, as a greeting.
Looking at her radiant smile, Miao Yulan hesitated for a moment and walked toward her.
The closer she got, the more uneasy she felt, and her steps slowed down.
When she was three steps away from the window, Miao Yulan finally couldn't move forward anymore.
She stood there, as if she had trespassed into a place she shouldn't be.
Lin Nianhe sighed softly in her heart.
Perhaps it was because of the old lady she saw today, she couldn't help but think of Miao Yulan's family again.
Maybe her family also has a mother who takes pride in having a son.
Lin Nianhe asked, "Is there something you need from me?"
She softened her voice, afraid of scaring Miao Yulan away.
Miao Yulan was holding a vegetable basin in one hand and clutching the corner of her clothes with the other.
