Xu Wennuan pulled out the dining chair and sat down. Lifting the ladle, she scooped a bowl of soup and took a sip. It was a slightly familiar taste, and she cocked her head and thought for a second before she took another sip. It was then that she recalled that when Jiang Qianqian had miscarried back then, there had been a long period of time when she had holed up at home. During that time, Lu Bancheng had visited her every day, and every time he had come he had brought food. Back then, she had aimlessly muddled through her days. She hadn't remembered what she had eaten every day but, now that she thought about it, it seemed to have been this soup.
So when I had no appetite and had been depressed, he had already prepared food just for me?
