An Ning’s steps were slow, but she still made her way to An Yu.

Kneeling down, An Ning handed him the pastry in her hand, "Can you eat by yourself?"

The words she just said to Yan were simply an excuse to personally deliver the items.

In reality, An Yu’s injury was on his back, not his arm, so he wasn’t so incapacitated that he couldn’t hold anything.

However, he stubbornly turned his head away, "I won’t eat, I’m not hungry."

How could that be possible? His hunger wasn’t as bad as Yan’s, but at this moment, his stomach was also growling.

An Ning also knew he was mad at her.

It seemed their conversations were always so confrontational.

Not entirely, An Ning knew that An Yu had always been very accommodating, while she was the one being confrontational.

"I’m sorry."

She didn’t want it to be like this, yet sometimes she just couldn’t help herself.

An Yu finally turned back, not just because of the apology, but more so because An Ning could say those three words, recognizing her mistake. Could this mean she would also correct her mistakes in the future?

Could she... accept having him as her brother in the future?

Seeing An Yu’s eyes filled with doubt, An Ning pushed the pastry in her hand slightly forward, "Even though my attitude wasn’t great, I apologized. You should eat some now, right?"

An Yu thought for a moment and decided to just let it go.

Otherwise, if it got too sentimental, it would end up backfiring.

Given An Ning’s temperament, it really wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

Stretching out his hand to take the paper package from An Ning, the shoulder injury made moving painful, contorting his whole face in agony and causing him to inhale sharply from the pain.

Seeing his painful expression, An Ning couldn’t bear it anymore, "Don’t move, I’ll feed you."

With that, An Ning opened the paper bundle and brought the pastry to An Yu’s lips.

The aroma of the red bean cake filled his nose. Perhaps it was the worst red bean cake he had ever eaten, but the only one worthy of a memory.

In the capital city, the pastry shops could make pastries that cost several taels of Silver, naturally delightful in taste, yet An Yu felt they could never compare to this ordinary red bean cake from An Ning’s hand.

After eating two in one breath, An Yu saw there were only two left in the paper package. He restrained his desire to keep eating, saying, "I’m full, my stomach can’t take anymore. You should eat the rest."

"I don’t like red bean cake. If you don’t eat it, I’ll throw it away," An Ning responded calmly, as if she meant it.

"Why don’t you eat red bean cake?" Actually, An Yu didn’t particularly like it either, but he didn’t hate it when he ate it.

An Ning said, "I just don’t like the taste. Does it have to be for a reason!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

An Yu asked, "Since you don’t like red bean cake, why did you buy it?"

She bought it and kept it close, and even when knocked out, it didn’t fall out or get taken by those who knocked her out, which was quite a bizarre way to hide something.

"Because... mother likes it." An Ning randomly found an excuse.

Their voices weren’t loud, but Yan was intentionally paying attention, so she managed to catch some of it.

An Ning saying she liked it was indeed completely nonsense.