He suddenly looked up, his innocent eyes, untainted by the dust of the world, stared at her blankly.
This was the first time he had noticed her, paid attention to her, and a great joy surged in An Ruo's heart.
"Kangkang, can you understand what I'm saying?" she asked eagerly with a smile.
He looked away again, continuing to eat. It was as if that brief glance had been just an illusion.
An Ruo felt a bit disappointed, but still very happy. That he had noticed her meant his condition couldn't be that severe.
Once he had finished eating, she picked him up to take him upstairs for a bath and rest.
Just as she left, a servant whispered to Aunt Zhou, "The child looks so much like the Young Lady, do you think it's possible that he is the Young Lady's child?"
Privately, they all referred to An Ruo as the Young Lady, but only addressed her as Miss An to her face.
The fact that An Ruo and the young master's child had passed away was no longer a secret; everyone knew about it.
