When Lu Xiao's words fell, Wen Xian's heart inexplicably trembled, her eyes grew warm, suddenly feeling extremely moved.
Lu Xiao, however, did not pay much attention to so many details. He took a tissue and carefully and patiently wiped the oil stains from her lips.
Gazing at him, Wen Xian felt that she truly was unworthy of such fortune, to have met Lu Xiao.
Perhaps, she had spent all her good luck in her youth, only to meet Lu Xiao later on.
Indeed, as Lu Xiao had said, when she was alone, she didn't find the scenery particularly remarkable. But being with the one she loved, every moment became a beautiful time of her life.
Wen Xian had an Australian lobster. The lobster was very large, and its flesh was very firm. In the barbecue, some butter and cheese were added, and the rich aroma went straight to her nose, so delicious that Wen Xian almost cried.
