Huangfu Jingchen thought it best not to create more trouble.
He looked at the vegetables he had prepared, lying alone on the chopping board, while the pile he had discarded was still on the ground.
He wondered if he hadn't done a good enough job?
But Wenjin hadn't said anything, not even showing a hint of difference; she must not have wanted him to feel useless.
In fact, Wenjin was very gentle.
Over their time together, the Wenjin he first met was quirky and sharp, shrewd and cheeky, occasionally fond of banters. But he knew her heart was kind.
If she weren't kind, how could she have done so much, helped so many people? Especially in Wangshan Town, she nearly lost her life.
