Su Ruanruan held his discarded bathrobe, her face flushing and heart racing.
Would he withstand it till he breaks?
She flipped through the book, aware that he was uncomfortable.
Reserved as Su Ruanruan was, he wouldn't force her, and naturally, she wouldn't take the initiative.
Thus, they were left hanging like this.
Neither moving forward nor retreating…
*
An hour later.
At the foot of Jiangcheng Mountain Temple.
Bao Jingyan led Su Ruanruan to a cemetery that resembled a garden.
It was quiet in the early morning.
Dewdrops veiled the photo of Sun Weilian on the gravestone.
Bao Jingyan bent down to wipe away those droplets.
He offered a bouquet of lilies and gently said, "Mom, I've brought Ruanruan to see you."
Su Ruanruan felt somewhat nervous.
He mentioned a formal relationship, which naturally led her to think about the civil affairs office, assuming he was joking.
But he had brought her to meet his mother instead.
