She nodded, "Just right."
So, a smile spread at the corners of the young man's lips.
In the past, she thought he was like the moon in the clouds, cold and distant, only to be looked up to. But now, within arm's reach, their breaths mingling, the firelight softened the rigidity of his brow. Shen You'an never knew how breathtaking a smile could be on someone who rarely smiles.
It turns out the gentleness of a high-cold flower was never unattainable starlight.
The two sat facing each other, Shen You'an silently eating her noodles.
No exaggeration to say, she had never eaten such delicious noodles.
Maybe she was too hungry, she didn't even leave a drop of soup.
Liu Runxi finished eating and washed the bowl, then placed the kitchen waste by the door.
He picked up his coat and slung his bag over his shoulder, "It's getting late, I should go."
Shen You'an pursed her lips, "Okay."
