If you care too much about love, you will become anxious.
Since her parents passed away, Xu Xia hadn't felt at home for a long time.
Watching him busy in front of her with an apron, smelling the aroma of food from the kitchen... after two years, she finally found the feeling of home again.
What is home?
A room, not too big or luxurious, with warm lights on in the living room, food aroma wafting from the kitchen, and when you return exhausted from another city, you don't have to fumble for your keys. You just need to raise your hand lightly, knock, and someone will open the door for you.
Even if it's just the simplest meal, it is warm and comforting.
Leng Zirui listened to her voice and lifted his hand, placing the cooked dumplings from the pan onto a plate.
Turning off the heat, he turned around and looked at Xu Xia in front of him. He lifted the plate of dumplings to her.
