"I..."
"Young Master Song, have some more soup. You just finished eating; it's not too late to sit for a while before you leave." The maid spoke up beside him.
Lu Meng's eyes, filled with tears, looked at him, wet and pleading, and when he saw them, his heart softened.
"Alright." He sat back down, and the maid served him a bowl of soup.
He picked up the spoon and slowly started drinking.
Lu Meng held Jingxing's soft little hand. Jingxing babbled to her, not knowing what he was saying, and then broke into a smile.
When her son smiled, Lu Meng smiled as well.
Song Yunchi observed the two out of the corner of his eye, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
He felt the soup tasted exceptionally delicious.
Unknowingly, he finished the bowl of soup.
There was no longer any reason for him to stay, "It's getting late, I'll take Jingxing back to bathe and rest."
