Su Yan watched Xuanyuan Qing leave, feeling baffled by his words.
She was clutching a handkerchief.
She had just walked back to Yu Wenxu.
Then she heard his voice,
"Dirty."
His voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
Su Yan was puzzled.
"Huh?"
She looked down and saw that he was holding out his hand.
His fingers were long and well-defined, pretty and clean.
Su Yan was perplexed.
"Where is it dirty?"
He remained silent, just holding out his hand.
Seeing how much he cared, she handed him the handkerchief.
"Wipe it?"
Then, there was movement.
He reached out and took the handkerchief.
He wiped it meticulously and methodically.
"Let's go, let's have a meal."
Upon hearing about eating, Su Yan also pushed him towards the courtyard.
She didn't bother with the handkerchief anymore.
From then on, Su Yan never saw that handkerchief again.
Having lunch.
For Su Yan, even though she had regained her memory, this was still a joyous event.
