Eating around the table with your family was a normal thing, yet he hadn't done that for years.
To think at one time, he disliked it so much. They were cultivators, was there any reason to eat so mortal food. But then after his father died, Gu Yuze started eating mundane food more often.
How did it feel to come back home and the Head of the Jiangnan Temple was in the kitchen, whipping up some eggs or stir frying some tofu.
That feeling.
The raindrops echoed in his ears. It rained so much these days.
Gu Yuze looked at the man across from him in the table and Han Ji who was bringing out things from the bag looked back at him.
His voice was low, "You have lost weight these past days." He was already skinny before and how Han Ji could see his bone couture so clearly.
Gu Yuze was taken aback as he turned his head towards Han Ji in a daze.
That man sitting across the table full of steaming dishes showed a solemn expression as he frowned.
