"I'm not eating that, Gou Sheng, keep it for yourself." Qian turned her head and opened her mouth to catch the perfectly-warm oyster prepared by Yu Minglang. Grilled oysters are the most delicious food, but there's an art to eating them; they can't be too hot or too cold, or they'll lose their freshness.
Qian would always have Minglang, who wasn't afraid of the heat, remove the meat and blow on it for a few seconds, she just had to wait to eat.
Narcissus watched as everyone paired off, looking at the barbecue grill with a sulking face.
Back when she was with Dadao, she too enjoyed being served. Now she could only watch others show off their love.
The scene was too emotional. While others were being sweet, she was reminiscing about the past and feeling the pain of loss. These days, everything she saw unsettled her — others' happiness made her sad, others' sad moments made her cry, as if she was immersed in the heartbreak of a breakup she couldn't escape.
