"Did you make all this?"
Jiang Lai nodded and continued bustling around the kitchen, preparing things. In the spacious fusion kitchen of Eastern and Western styles, she looked like a busy little bee, mumbling to herself with her hands never stopping.
Shen Liao stood quietly by the table, watching Jiang Lai, inhaling the faint aroma from the dining table. An inexplicable warmth filled his chest.
It had been so long since he had experienced such a lively and beautiful scene. Since his mother passed away after a long illness, he hadn't paid any attention to such things.
For the first time, this empty villa gave him a sense of "home."
"Don't just stand there, come on, change your clothes and let's eat."
Jiang Lai didn't seem to mind in the least that Shen Liao forgot about Valentine's Day. After a brief moment of disappointment, she returned to her usual chatty and sunny self.
Biting her chopsticks, Jiang Lai extended her hand toward Shen Liao, complaining softly.
