Jiang Lai stood there for a moment before slowly turning her head to look at him, her clear and pretty eyebrows showing a hint of grievance.
"You knew to come back."
The woman spoke, her low, soft voice carrying a slightly raspy tone, as if she had been crying.
The initial anger of Xie Jian dissipated considerably, and he walked over to sit directly on the stool beside the heated brick bed.
Jiang Lai continued flipping through the pages of the book, reading intently.
This book had always been used to level the table corner at home, and now in Jiang Lai's hands, more than half of it had already been read.
Xie Jian watched her, unable to find any flaw, as if she was truly engrossed in reading the book, and it wasn't even slow.
"Do you recognize the words?"
"Yes."
Jiang Lai lowered her eyes to look at him, then placed the book aside.
"There's an old man next door to our house who can read and write, and I learned a bit from him."
"Oh, I didn't know before."
