It was a midsummer June afternoon, and a cool breeze became a rare luxury.
The woman called Nuan Yan was standing by the desk, holding a cattail leaf fan to fan the adult who was reading and writing.
The fan was exhausted, but Mr. Wen remained motionless.
A gust of wind blew, and the scent of the milk candy cake on the table wafted out and got into Nuan Yan's nose.
She, who had been drowsy just now, became energetic, stared at the candy cake on the table, and then glanced at the immovable adult.
Wen Yan seemed to feel that someone was making secret glances at him.
"Want to eat?" He finally spoke.
Nuan Yan looked at Wen Yan, blinked and nodded.
"Take it if you want to eat it."
"Master Wen, don't you want to eat?"
"I've never liked sweets."
Su Nuanyan shrugged, then picked up the plate and started eating.
Wen Yan's eyes were filled with soft waves, and the corners of his mouth curved imperceptibly.
But she once thought, if he didn't like the milk cake, why would he put the cake on his desk?
Purpose: Legends are both true and false. Only those who have experienced them personally know what is true and what is false.