"I'm hungry, hurry up," Tang Yan urged softly, surprising Jin Mo as she looked up. She thought Tang Yan would kick her out but didn't expect him to merely mention it casually. Had he already let go?
As Tang Yan turned to leave the kitchen, Jin Mo's tears fell unexpectedly. She quickly turned away to wipe them, gently sniffing, and continued cooking for him.
After a while, she carried the dish out and saw him lounging on the sofa, his long legs draped over the coffee table, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping.
She tiptoed out, and just as she set the plate down, Tang Yan opened his eyes and silently walked over.
"It's ready. Come and try it," she said.
Tang Yan came over and sat down. The dish on the table was steaming and aromatic, yet the scent made his nose tingle.
Thinking that this was their last meal together, Tang Yan could no longer suppress the depressed feelings within him.
Tang Yan picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and swallowed it without tasting anything.
