Inside the house, Song Sishen was dressed neatly, as there might be an activity today. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, rolling up his sleeves as he came downstairs from the second floor.
At the sight of Jiang Muwan, Song Sishen's gaze tightened, and he quickly walked over, leading her to the sofa to sit: "Have you had breakfast?"
This question from Song Sishen was merely symbolic. Having seen Gu Jiangnian's meticulous and constant care for her over the past few days, Song Sishen admitted to himself that he felt something—it was as Fu Jing had said, "Whether it's the best choice isn't for others to judge."
Late at night, as he lay in bed and reflected quietly, he wondered if he could be as attentive as Gu Jiangnian.
The answer was, perhaps not.