Confused as to why there was a chicken in the corner of the yard, Ji Ying was caught off guard by Pei Yicheng’s voice, and she paused, looking toward him and then behind herself.
Behind her, there was no one, so Pei Yicheng was talking to her?
Could it be that he was referring to the chicken in the cage?
The look in Ji Ying’s eyes became incredibly odd as she glanced at Pei Yicheng. They weren’t too familiar with each other, so what did it mean for Pei Yicheng to give her a chicken?
Pei Yicheng cleared his throat, looked at Ji Ying awkwardly, and confirmed, "The chicken, it’s for you."
Pei Yicheng lifted his head, meeting her gaze. Previously, he had thought she was fearless, not at all like a girl.
Lately, after hearing Xu Nian’an praise his little sister, he found her to be very filial.
Really taking a good look at her for the first time, Pei Yicheng noticed her small face, which made her large, round eyes even more luminous. She wore a grey shirt and black trousers, which made her appear even more petite and delicate, just as he had said to his grandfather, she was too thin, so thin a gust of wind might blow her over.
Without thinking, Ji Ying retorted, her gaze toward Pei Yicheng growing even more bizarre.
Pei Yicheng was silent, thinking internally, It’s a gift of apology for the last time I misspoke.
The chicken could surely help replenish her health.
"Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it, but I can’t accept," Ji Ying said as she looked into his eyes, seemingly understanding that it must be because of his last remarks.
Unearned wealth should not be enjoyed.
This was the first time Pei Yicheng had ever offered a gift to someone, and it was to make up for his previous slip of the tongue; when Ji Ying rejected it, Pei Yicheng frowned, just about to speak, when Ji Ying already said, "A few days ago, my mom adopted a brood of chicks and ducklings, and I believe in a few months, our home will be teeming with chickens and ducks."
Thinking of her home, Ji Ying’s eyes brimmed with happiness. The Xu Family’s house might be run-down, with a roof that hadn’t been fixed and leaked in several places when it rained hard, and walls made of wood planks with gaps as wide as two fingers, without a single decent piece of furniture, but this was the home Ji Ying would trade anything for.
She used to enter and exit in fancy cars, lived in a small villa, but that lonely home without any relatives, no matter how good the food or the living conditions, she never liked it.
Her eyes shadowed for a moment and quickly came back to life; she smiled and said, "My dad is a carpenter; he even plans on making a few rabbit hutches and raising more rabbits in the future."
"Your family seems to have a very good relationship," Pei Yicheng said, a touch of envy in his eyes. He lifted his head, looking at the green persimmons on the tree, pressing down the emotions swirling within him.
"Yes, my parents have never fought in their entire lives," Ji Ying, thinking of her parents, said. Even if they tended a bit towards being pushovers, their marital relationship was very strong, having only argued a few times during the family split, but never before that.
Her dad had a mild temperament; even if Ji Ying felt a little upset and grumbled, he would let it go. When her dad injured his foot, Ji Ying took care of him tirelessly. The love between her parents was nurturing and deep, thoroughly infused into their very marrow.
Talking about her family, Ji Ying suddenly fell silent, remembering Pei Yicheng’s leg injury and the fact he was with his grandfather; she feared...