The kitchen door was open, the clattering of chopping and the sound of Grandma and Aunt Jing chatting made the entire villa feel particularly cozy.
Only when Nan Wan was near them could she let down all her defenses, her whole heart feeling tranquil.
Knowing what she was asking, but reluctant to speak, she changed the subject, "When are you going abroad?"
Shen Zhimei paused, opened her eyes, and sat up. A faint sorrow lingered between her ink-painted brows and eyes.
She picked up a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, "Maybe around New Year's, once Jiashu Kindergarten takes a holiday, I'll feel at ease bringing you along."
Nan Wan nodded, tilting her head to rest on her shoulder, "I really miss Third Brother."
Shen Zhimei laughed, "You miss him scolding you?"
"No, no, I miss him tidying you up."
Shen Zhimei, "..."
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Having finished dinner, it was not yet eight o'clock.
