Ah Liu watched this scene, but another scene emerged in his mind.
With fine lines at the corners of his eyes, Meng Xi sat in a wheelchair, staring at the drizzling rain outside the window, all alone.
On his lap, under his fingers, was a photo frame.
In the photo frame was a woman.
He could see the woman's long hair tied up messily, but couldn't see her face, as it was covered by Meng Xi's fingers.
Ah Liu suddenly pressed his knuckles against his temple and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Chiang Xiao, biting on a candied haw, didn't notice, but Meng Xi did.
His eyes deepened slightly, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
Somehow, ever since leaving the hospital, Ah Liu seemed to have something weighing heavily on his mind.
It was as if they had a mutual understanding; during dinner, they didn't talk about the Jiang Family, chatting lightly instead, all eating until their stomachs were round.
Ah Liu was right; this wasn't the Jiang family's dining table.
