The setting sun's remaining glow painted the window lattices in a warm gold, slanting into the small kitchen and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
The lights were already on, chasing away the deepening dusk.
Lin Fan had tied Mu Qingxue's usual floral apron around his waist, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms to reveal strong, muscular lines. He stood with his head bowed, intently slicing potato strips. His knife skills were unexpectedly smooth and steady, every single strip uniform and delicate.
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