At that moment.
Song Nuan was inside the house, looking through the glass. She could see the figures of the two, tightly embraced. The man was smiling, his eyes full of affection, while the woman was charming and soft, seemingly a bit shy.
Tang Si seemed to have said something that made Song Yi coyly hit Tang Si's shoulder.
Song Nuan lowered her gaze.
How happy.
Why is it that when others fall in love it's like this, but not for her?
She pressed her lips tightly, a bitter taste in her heart, and the dumplings she had peeled were crushed.
"Nuannuan, what are you doing?" Mother Song saw her: "If you're not making dumplings, go play somewhere else, don't add to mom's chaos here."
Song Nuan turned around suddenly, trying to cover up her thoughts just moments ago, and smiled.
Looking at the dumplings in her hand, and the filling: "Turns out, the feeling of destroying something you created with your own hands is like this, quite satisfying."
