Chapter 775: The Guy Who Made a Reservation

Jiangli responded with a sound of approval, and Xia Xin's footsteps began from outside the door, growing fainter and fainter as he walked away.

Jiangli lowered her head to glance at her hands. For a moment, she felt a sense of distraction; the sunlight resting on her hands seemed almost like a layer of thick liquid.

Jiangli shut her eyes—only a piercing light remained on her hands.

A gentle exhale, and Jiangli got up to wash.

...

Xia Xin had set the meal in the side hall and, after waiting a few minutes, saw Jiangli come in.

"Ancestor, come and eat," Xia Xin called out attentively upon seeing Jiangli.

Jiangli's expression was as usual, nothing particularly noteworthy. She walked over, sat down at the table, and started to consume her porridge with a spoon.

Xia Xin also sat down.

Jiangli glanced up, "Where's Fu'er?"