Yu Guiwan was taken aback, her eyes inexplicably reddening. She naturally opened her mouth to eat the grape, laughing self-deprecatingly. "Qingfeng might be useless at cultivation, but he sure is fast at peeling grapes."
Xu Lai laughed as well. For the first time in a hundred thousand years, he felt the grapevines that filled the courtyard had a purpose. They were no longer just a way for him to compensate for past regrets.
His senior sister said, "Considering all the hard work you put into peeling them, you may have one. Just one, okay?"
Xu Lai, who hadn't touched or eaten a single grape in a hundred thousand years, felt an appetite for the very first time. But he didn't eat it. He saw Ruan Tang's gentle smile, picked up a second grape, and offered it to her, his voice warm.
"Honey, you have it."
"Is it sour?"
"A little."
"Are you talking about the grape, or me?"
"..."
