Although Qin Youxue always cooked when she was at home, she only made simple homemade dishes, like cola chicken wings or sweet and sour ribs, nothing as exquisite and delicious as what Mo Hexuan was used to.
This time, to make him dinner, Qin Youxue made every dish she knew, and eventually started following recipes on her phone while cooking.
While making the potato soup, she stepped out of the kitchen, glanced at Mo Hexuan sitting silently on the sofa, and quietly went upstairs.
Opening the drawer, she took out the sleeping pill from inside, and took a deep breath. She couldn't tell if she felt excited or sad, thrilled or nervous; perhaps she felt a bit of everything.
Quietly returning downstairs, she opened the pot of already boiling potato soup and tossed the sleeping pill into it.
As she watched the white pill slowly dissolve in the water, Qin Youxue lowered her eyes and exhaled softly.
