Gu Ningyi spoke so casually, but Dong Xin Yan's heart was in a puddle of softness.
Gu Ningyi's nature was flamboyant and high-profile, yet his love was always the opposite: deep, silent, and profound.
Dong Xin Yan's hand unconsciously reached across the table to grab his hand. Gu Ningyi smiled, turned his hand over, and slowly intertwined their fingers.
The dishes quickly arrived, all with excellent color, aroma, and taste. Just the smell of them opened Dong Xin Yan's appetite, and she picked up her chopsticks and started eating, bite by bite.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Dong Xin Yan, busy eating, had no free hand to answer it, so she mumbled to Gu Ningyi, "Gu Ningyi, help me answer it."
Gu Ningyi curved his lips, put down his chopsticks, took her phone out of her bag, glanced at the screen, and pressed the answer button, "Xin Ruo."
