Ah Yan sensed that something was off.
He looked up at Lu Yinxing: "Do you have something you want to say?"
Lu Yinxing didn't know how to speak for a moment.
She just tentatively asked: "Do you remember getting drunk a few days ago?"
Ah Yan's face showed no change in expression: "You mean the day I returned, right? That day was my mother's death anniversary, so I drank a little."
Lu Yinxing responded with an "oh," he seemed nonchalant.
Moreover, his demeanor towards her was the same as always.
Not at all like how she was feeling, as if she had a guilty conscience.
It seemed that Ah Yan had really forgotten about that day.
Or perhaps, that casual confession was really just sleep talk.
Ah Yan continued: "I noticed the lunch you sent me that day, thank you."
Lu Yinxing said: "Besides the lunch, do you remember anything else?"
Ah Yan shook his head: "Was there anything else?"
He wasn't the type to be pretending.
Lu Yinxing suddenly felt relieved.
