Aunt Hui quickly delivered the things Shi Nuan needed and, incidentally, instructed the kitchen to prepare a cup of brown sugar water.
Shi Nuan drank half a cup and thanked Aunt Hui.
When she finished tidying up and left the house, it was already almost nine o'clock.
Shi Nuan tried hard to maintain her composure, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Song Yansheng's eyes remained gentle, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Of course, Shi Nuan also didn't bother to guess his thoughts. Today was the seventh day since Xiao Chuan's passing, and thinking of Xiao Chuan always made her feel heavy-hearted.
The car left Song Mansion and drove onto the open road. All the way, the two were silent.
However, Song Yansheng was in a good mood, with a constant smile on his lips.
Today, he chose to drive himself. When getting in the car, he specifically opened the door to the passenger seat, and she did not oppose.
