All of this, it's enough already.
Zhen Xiuming's face looked unusually grim. He had a lot he wanted to say, but seeing the harmonious scene of Ran Qing, Xia Geng, and their family of four, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
How could he mention that Big Pimple's cold poison hadn't cleared and could flare up at any moment?
Such words would be too heartbreaking; he simply couldn't say it.
However, Zhen Xiuming soon stopped dwelling on it because all his attention was drawn to the table full of delicious dishes.
Today's meal was truly sumptuous, arguably the most lavish he had enjoyed in the past two months.
Since the Imperial Court uncovered a major case of treason two months ago, people's lives have felt like they've gone back a decade. No one dared to indulge in feasting for fear of being seen as guilty of collusion with the enemy due to flaunting wealth.
