He'd really slept here all night.
For a moment, her heart softened.
'But she quickly steeled herself, cursing her own weakness.'
...
Downstairs, Pan Lanfang was already busy in the kitchen.
The pot on the stove was steaming, and the aroma of congee filled the house. It mingled with the smell of a wood-burning fire—the unique scent of her old home.
Her face lit up when she saw Lu Fan come downstairs. "Xiaolu, did you sleep well last night?"
Lu Fan chuckled. "I slept great, Auntie. You're up so early. What time did you wake up?"
"I'm getting old, so I can't sleep in. I was up at five," Pan Lanfang said with a gentle smile. "I wanted to make you two something nice. Your uncle went down to the river to fish. He said he'll cook it up for you for lunch."
She then asked, "And Yixia? Is she up yet?"
"She's up. Just getting dressed," Lu Fan replied with a nod.
Pan Lanfang's smile grew even wider when she heard that.
Just then, Jiang Yixia came downstairs.
