In the grand hall, everyone was quietly having their meal.
No one took the initiative to speak. Xiao Jinxing's attention was entirely on An Youyou, constantly wiping her mouth, continuously coaxing her to eat slower.
It's truly puzzling what that little girl possesses to make Xiao Jinxing completely a different person.
Xie Ruotong didn't care much.
She thought for five years now, Xiao Jinxing's feelings for Ye Qichi could also fade gradually over these years...
Perhaps people are like this.
In time, everything is forgotten.
Forgotten are those who passed away, forgotten are many pains, many sorrows.
"Ruotong." After taking care of An Youyou for a while, Xiao Jinxing seemed to suddenly remember the theme of today's palace feast.
He looked at Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong quickly and respectfully responded, "I am here."
