"Brother Jian, it's time to eat," she set the chopsticks properly, and without even turning her head, she knew it was Jian Zhiqing who had come back. After being neighbors for almost more than a year, she could clearly recognize his footsteps. Besides, Conghua, the one with exceptionally sharp ears in the house, didn't shout either.
Jian Zhiqing put his things inside the house, came out to wash his hands first, then walked over. Seeing the small dishes and porridge on the table, his appetite was aroused. However, seeing Qin Xiangnuan dressed in very modest clothing, he was quite satisfied.
The girl, after all, had finally passed that phase he was worried about; he feared that too much repression could give rise to illness. The young lady just thought too much, he didn't know what was really on her mind. How could such a young age be fraught with so many worries?