Just as Xia Zhijin was about to ask what he meant, she saw Li Yuan's ambiguous smile and immediately understood. Her cheeks reddened, and she buried her head lower, too shy to speak.
Li Yuan chuckled and reached out to take her small hand. "Let's go have breakfast. The food at our university is quite good, though we can't get the authentic chicken broth from my hometown or its fragrant, flaky pastries."
Walking through the campus with Li Yuan holding her hand made Xia Zhijin feel incredibly sweet, but also even shyer. This was the first time he had held her hand in such a public place at school.
Listening to Li Yuan's nostalgic sigh, she asked in a small voice, "Li Yuan, what's that broth you mentioned?"
