Sheng Shaocheng leaned close to her ear, whispering softly, "I'm asking, what do you like now..."
"What do I like, don't you..." Ou Manhui was about to say 'don't you know,' but suddenly stopped.
Yes, a blank of twenty-two years lay between them. Do her preferences remain the same as before? Of course not.
What she once liked, she no longer does.
Because of him... she stopped liking them.
Because in everything she used to like, there were memories of her and him, and reminiscing was too painful.
Sheng Shaocheng remembered the preferences he had asked the servant about, and they were completely different from what he used to know, causing a slight ache in his heart.
Once she never lifted a finger for household chores, but later, she became an excellent cook.
Once her favorite food was steamed buns, but later, she never ate a single one again.
Once she liked to sing, dance, and play the piano, but later, she no longer liked those things.
