Lin Chu leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette. A faint wisp of smoke curled in the lamplight.
He glanced at Li Yue, seeing her cradle a thermos and sip ginger-braised fish soup in small mouthfuls. The pale tone of her cheeks was gradually returning to some color.
The living room remained quiet, save for her soft swallowing and the low sigh of the night wind outside the window. The atmosphere was subtle and serene.
Chapter 84