Zhang Huasheng remarked that his teeth hurt.
A lifelong bachelor, listening to a pair of lovers exchanging sweet, sickeningly sweet words, feeling both sentimental and helpless, with teeth aching.
He really was old now. Reflecting on when he was young... cough cough, the medicine is ready.
Zhang Huasheng sifted out the dregs, holding a bowl of the dark, brewed medicine and walked over, "I'm not trying to interrupt; it's just time to take your medicine...."
Yun Ya's cheeks reddened slightly, feeling bashful upon realizing, burying her head in Yan Song's embrace.
Yan Song calmly took the bowl from Zhang Huasheng, "Let me do it."
Yan Song tested the temperature and whispered in Yun Ya's ear: "Be good, drink your medicine."
Zhang Huasheng pursed his lips, rubbing his hands inside his sleeves, and drifted away.
Yun Ya lifted her head from his embrace, sipping from the spoon in his hand, her eyes never leaving his face.
Only now did she have the time to properly look at him.
