155 Painfully heartfelt, leaving no room for sentimentality_7

Yun Ya stood on the balcony, gazing at the fiery red sunset on the horizon, her mind whirling with thoughts.

Just then, Ji Die called her for dinner, and Yun Ya decided to stop pondering—things would straighten themselves out once they reached the proverbial bridge.

Ji Die had prepared a large table full of dishes. Beside Yun Ya sat Yun Miao, and Yan Song sat across from her. She didn't hold back and started to eat directly.

Ji Die's culinary skills were not particularly impressive, especially after having tasted Yan Song's cooking, her dishes seemed lackluster. Yun Ya, like Miaomiao, was picky, but often had no desire to indulge this trait.