Every time Li Zhiyuan "turned the page" in his mind, he would habitually "look" towards her, and she would lift her head and look back, the two sharing an imperceptible meeting of the eyes.
Just staring until dusk, as the daylight dimmed gradually.
Aunt Liu shouted, "Dinner's ready!"
Li Zhiyuan stood up, stretching languidly, such a way of "reading" was also quite nice, no need to worry about insufficient light damaging the eyes.
Going downstairs for dinner, Liu Yumei began, "Tomorrow morning, Ah Ting and I are taking Alii out for a bit."
Li Sanjiang, hearing this, let his chopsticks slip straight from his hand.
"We'll try to be back by the evening the day after tomorrow."
Li Sanjiang picked up his chopsticks and wiped them on his sleeve cuff, relieved.
Run Sheng said, "No worries, I'll cook."
Li Sanjiang complained, "Letting us all savor your cooking, huh? These two days, just make do with porridge and some pickles, it's good to cleanse the stomach anyway."
