"Besides… isn't this how neighbors should be, helping each other out?"
Hearing Lin Changheng's words, both the grandfather and granddaughter of the Yan Family were moved. Puppet Master Yan glanced affectionately at his granddaughter before his gaze on Lin Changheng took on a complex, unspoken meaning.
Afterward, Yan Mingyi went to the kitchen and prepared a spread of her best Spiritual Food. She even brought out her grandfather's treasured Spirit Wine and poured a full cup for Lin Changheng.
The meal was a lively affair, and a wonderful time was had by all.
During the meal, Yan Mingyi joined them for a couple of cups. A rosy blush crept up her lovely cheeks, and her gaze, softened by the wine, seemed to flow like water, often settling on Lin Changheng.
She was twenty-three years old now, elegant, graceful, and utterly charming—the very picture of the girl next door, now a beautiful young woman.
Suddenly, Yan Mingyi pressed her lips together and began, "Brother Lin…"
