An Ying saw Aunt Zhang's gesture, and her eyes became slightly moist.
Over the years, she had faced all the ups and downs by herself, with no one ever backing her up. It wasn't until Aunt Zhang came to her home that there was a trace of warmth.
Soon, Aunt Zhang came over with a wrung-out hot towel.
"Wipe it off."
An Ying obediently accepted it, "Thank you."
"Is everything handled?" Aunt Zhang didn't speak explicitly. The two had developed a mutual understanding over time, and some words didn't need to be said.
"It's been talked through," An Ying replied, and after wiping her hands, she naturally picked up the ginger tea.
Aunt Zhang nodded in satisfaction, "It's good to talk it out, emotions can't be forced."
An Ying's eyes flickered slightly, her expression showing a hint of sorrow. She picked up the cup and took a few sips of ginger tea, hiding her inner melancholy.
