All along, it was she who tolerated him. From now on, he would also protect her, and their little home together!
"Zexiao." Jian Anning reached out her arms and hugged him tightly. Even though the kitchen was filled with the smell of oil and smoke and was messy all around, the poor environment didn't affect her mood in the slightest. Instead, her heart was filled with a subtle and indescribable joy.
He was still wearing a ridiculous apron, which even had a Hello-Kitty pattern on it. But even so, his handsome and charming face lost none of its appeal.
Moreover, it seemed as though he had gained a layer of warmth and livelihood from the kitchen, like a boy unaware of the world, gradually growing into a mature and stable man.
Maturity, stability—these can be honed slowly over time. The most important thing is, in his heart, there's only her.
He lowered his head and looked at Jian Anning, her eyes moistly gazing at him. Just a failed breakfast, yet it made her eyes sparkle.
