Zhang Chen followed the little maid, walking towards the house. Along the way, various thoughts swirled in Zhang Chen's mind, his heart in turmoil, like a bucket dipping in and out of water. He pondered over what to do when he saw Jiang Nan later.
"Should I apologize and explain to Jiang Nan first, or wait for her to question me?" Zhang Chen's thoughts spiraled.
As he walked through the courtyard and into the house where he saw Jiang Nan, Zhang Chen suddenly felt that the words he had prepared on the way lost their purpose.
Jiang Nan, dressed in white, sat there quietly with a pale face, brewing a pot of tea before her. Her demeanor was calm, as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Sit." Jiang Nan pointed to the seat opposite.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen sat obediently on the stool like a student facing a teacher, watching as Jiang Nan poured him a cup of tea: "Drink."
