Late in the evening, Miss Ade realized that Qin Yu's words were not only intended for her but also for Mrs. Song.
"Miss Ade, would you like some fruit?"
Like a savior flying over on colorful clouds, Mrs. Song arrived carrying a small plate piled high with various kinds of ripe fruit, juicy and appetizing to look at.
"Thank you, Mrs. Song."
Miss Ade, with sparkling eyes of pure joy, leaned in to pick up a small fork and speared a piece of fruit to taste. The distinct sweetness of the pear burst forth in her mouth, masking all the other harsh and bitter flavors of regret, leaving only a sweet contentment.
After a satisfying meal, it was nearly eleven o'clock. Qin Yu had disappeared halfway through and Miss Ade paid him no mind.
According to their earlier agreement, even after her body recovered, she would still share a room with him.
Wherever the incense burner was, there she would be, but to Miss Ade, nowhere was as comfortable as her own little jade bed.
