Aunt Neile took the paper that Luca handed to her. She could not help but praise her handwriting, "Ms.


    Craw, your handwriting is truly elegant."


    Her writing flowed gently, as if the pen had glided effortlessly on the paper.


    Luca blushed with a hint of embarrassment after beingplimented and put on a faint smile.


    Aunt Neile continued, "My little grandson has just started learning to write. I wish he could write as


    neatly as you do in the future."


    "Let him try practicing on calligraphy copybooks," suggested Luca. All three of her children were using


    them to practice writing, and they were also learning calligraphy.


    It was to help them develop beautiful handwriting in the future.


    "I''ll have my daughter-inw buy some. Your handwriting is really beautiful," eximed Aunt Neile as


    she folded the paper neatly and put it in her wallet. "Ms. Craw, I''ll buy the herbs tomorrow morning."


    "Thank you. Oh, there''s nothing else to do here. Aunt Neile, you may go home now," replied Luca,


    allowing Aunt Neile to leave as she had alreadypleted all her tasks.


    "Alright then. I shall leave first. Take care and get some rest, Ms. Craw," said Aunt Neile happily as she


    was delighted to be able to leave work early.


    After Aunt Neile left, the entire vi fell into a peaceful hush.


    Luca returned to her bedroom, freshened up, and sat on the bed reading some books while waiting for


    Luke toe back from work.


    Even though Luca felt a bit tired, she wanted to wait for him before going to bed tonight.


    At ten o''clock in the evening, Luke drove back to the vi. After parking the car, he made his way up


    the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a warm glow spilled from inside.


    His heart warmed as he saw that Luca was still awake, waiting for him.


    As Luke pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Luca sitting by the bedside, engrossed in her book.


    When Luca heard the door open, she looked up at him. Their eyes met, revealing a touch of


    tenderness in each other''s gaze.


    Luca wore a gentle smile and said, “You''re back.”


    "Yes. Why aren''t you asleep yet?" asked Luke.


    "I''m not sleepy yet." Luca ced the book on the bedside table. She did not rest wellst night and had


    been relying on coffee during the day to stay awake. However, the caffeine''s effects had worn off, and


    now she was undoubtedly tired. Still, she wanted to wait for Luke toe back before going to bed


    tonight.


    Luke smiled as he felt her tenderness. Then, he heard Luca say, "Aunt Neile made some chicken


    noodle soup and left some for you. Would you like to have some?"


    "Sure." Luke nodded.


    "I''ll make them now," replied Luca as she got off the bed and put on her cotton slippers.


    "Okay, let me put the documents away first," said Luke. He knew Luca was waiting for him. Before he


    had the chance to put down the briefcase, he pushed the bedroom door open as he was eager to see


    her.


    He opened the door to the opposite bedroom, put away the briefcase, and then followed Luca


    downstairs.


    Luca walked into the kitchen and put the chicken noodle soup Aunt Neile left in the pot to heat. Then,


    she washed some Brussels sprouts.


    When the chicken noodle soup was gently simmering, she added in the Brussels sprouts.


    Ten minutes had passed, and the noodles were cooked.


    Luca brought the steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup to the dining table.


    Luke looked at the bowl of noodles and then nced at Luca''s fingers.


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    She carried the bowl with bare hands, and he noticed her fingers were slightly red. He furrowed his


    brows and held her hands, asking, "Did you burn yourself?"


    Luca looked down and saw her reddened fingers. Indeed, the heat from the bowl had caused a minor


    burn, but she did not feel it.


    She was no longer the Bianca she used to be, who would have been in pain from even the slightest


    burn.


    The training on the Ind of Despair, along with the drugs, had significantly desensitized her pain


    receptors.


    It was the same for anyone who had trained on the Ind of Despair.


    Luca shook her head, indicating that she did not feel any pain. "I''m fine. It doesn''t hurt."


    "But they''re all red," replied Luke, recalling how Bianca used to be so sensitive to pain. She would wear


    insted gloves just to carry hot dishes.


    She was such a delicate person, but her pain receptors seemed to have numbed now.


    Luke felt a bittersweetbination of sympathy and affection for her.


    "It doesn''t hurt. Please, start eating before the soup get cold," urged Luca. She pulled her hands back


    and checked them herself.


    They were just a little red, far from being a serious burn. Her skin was no longer so delicate. Her gaze


    fell back on the bowl of soup.


    The bowl of soup looked delicious and appetizing, with a small bunch of Brussels sprouts on top.


    It was a simple supper, but it appeared exceptionally tasty.


    Luke picked up his cutleries, but he did not immediately indulge in it. He asked Luca, "Would you like to


    eat together?"


    Luca shook her head and replied, "I''m not hungry."


    "There''s too much. If I finish all of it, I''ll be too full to sleep. Would you mind sharing a bit with me?"


    Luke suggested again.


    As Luca looked at the bowl of soup, even though it was a simple dish, she had confidence in her


    cooking skills. When she heard Luke''s suggestion, she nodded and replied, "Alright. I''ll have some."


    With that, she went back into the kitchen to get another set of cutlery.


    After that, she returned to the dining room. Luke took the bowl from her and scooped some soup and


    Brussels sprouts into her bowl.


    Luca looked at the bowl of soup. The steam slowly dissipated, making the dish seem even more


    delicious.


    "You gave me too much," said Luca.


    "Have it. I''ll take care of it if you can''t finish it," replied Luke as he finally picked up his spoon and took


    the first sip. He was savoring a heart-warmingte-night supper.


    Luca''s food was undeniably delicious. Luke quickly finished the remaining half bowl of soup.


    Despite having dinner earlier, there was no way the taste of the meal served outside couldpare to


    Luca''s home-cooked meal.


    The dinner he had at the office was merely to fill his stomach and avoid getting hungry while working.


    However, the soup Luca made at this moment was a true gastronomic delight.


    Luca had also eaten quite a bit, but she could not manage anymore. "I can''t finish it."


    Luke did not hesitate and finished off all the soup she had left.


    As Luca watched him finish the rest of the soup quickly yet gracefully, she could not help but be


    stunned for a moment. Then, she asked hesitantly, "Should I make you another bowl?"


    Luke shook his head. He took thest sip of soup.


    Luke picked up the tissue on the table and replied, "It''s alright. I''m full now. It was really good, and I


    didn''t want to waste any. That''s why I had a bit more.”


    Luca was still doubtful as she noticed the speed at which he ate did not match his ims of not being


    hungry...


    Luke could not help but smile wryly at her expression. "Luca, don''t you know you have a real talent for


    cooking?"


    Luca blinked her eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"


    "I mean your dishes are simply delightful," replied Luke, affirming her culinary skills.