A month passed by, and Bai Yu had improved rapidly. His calligraphy had become legible, and he could read simple sentences.
His physical appearance had also changed. Under the guise of lacking appetite or having leftovers, Ye Jin had been feeding him the meals meant for her. Of course, her original intention was to fatten him up, but she could not tell him this.
Ye Jin sat lazily on her bed that evening, chin propped on her palm as she watched him write. Her eyes traced the curve of his fingers as they held the brush, the slight furrow of his brow, the quiet seriousness on his face.
Not bad, she thought. He doesn't look half-dead anymore.
Bai Yu, for his part, remained guarded. His eyes still held a wary distance, and his manner remained obedient but lately, he found himself lingering in her room just a little longer. He chalked it up to his thirst for knowledge, of course. Not because he wanted to see her.
Absolutely not.
