"Miss, I have a peculiar habit..."
The man held chopsticks, looking troubled.
Yun Chunnuan instantly got it—it seemed he had a cleanliness fetish.
"No one else has eaten it, to be frank, you are the first guest."
"Oh?"
The man smiled softly. Despite having an utterly ordinary face, when he smiled, it was clear and bright, as if his smile parted the clouds and let sunlight pierce the gloom, straight into one's heart.
He had a pair of beautiful eyes, strikingly black and pure, reminiscent of a charming and graceful ink painting. From the corners to the tails of his eyes, they were outlined with meticulous ink lines, graceful and clean...
His gaze involuntarily revealed deep emotions, as if he had finally found a long-lost treasure.
Or perhaps, he was naturally born with affectionate eyes, for those deep emotions flickered away, returning to tranquility...
Yun Chunnuan only felt her heart suddenly clench, her hand holding the lid froze, and it fell to the ground.
"Nuannuan?"
