The aroma of food filled the room, and Su Yining’s busy, beautiful figure, paired with the warm sunlight streaming through the window, made everything seem so wonderful. It was so wonderful that Zhang Jingyun could not bear to shatter it; he even thought about pushing down all the doubts in his heart and pretending that nothing had happened at all.
Yet, in the end, Zhang Jingyun still spoke up. "Yining, can you stop what you're doing for a moment?"
"What is it?" Perhaps because she had grown too accustomed to a life of comfort, Su Yining, usually so perceptive, failed to catch the strange tone in Zhang Jingyun's voice. She continued to flip the pieces of fish in the wok as they fried to a golden brown.
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