The kitchen was still brightly lit despite how late it had become.
The rest of the house had gradually fallen quiet as family members retired to their rooms one after another, but Zhao Yue remained inside, standing beside the stove while carefully arranging several dishes into a wooden food box.
The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room.
A bowl of soup.
Several side dishes.
Fresh rice.
Everything had been prepared with unusual care.
Across the room, Zhao Yin sat on a stool watching her older sister with narrowed eyes.
She had been observing her for quite some time already.
Finally, she could no longer hold back her curiosity.
"Who is all that for?"
Zhao Yue's hands paused briefly.
Only for a moment.
Then she continued arranging the food as though she had not heard the question.
Unfortunately, Zhao Yin knew her sister too well.
The hesitation alone was enough.
Immediately, her eyes widened.
"No way."
Zhao Yue pretended not to hear her.
Zhao Yin stood up.
