In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
Yan Xiaye prepared three dishes and a soup, cautiously bringing them out of the small kitchen, only to find Ji Liangchen already asleep on the sofa.
The flickering light from the TV screen illuminated his profile, easily revealing his fragility and exhaustion.
Hesitating for a moment in front of the coffee table, Yan Xiaye looked down at the man's peaceful sleeping face, prepared to take the meal back to the kitchen, and silently turned to leave.
Thinking she had been careful enough, the man on the sofa still woke up, calling her name with a slightly hoarse voice, "…Yan Xiaye?"
"I'm here."
Glancing back at Ji Liangchen, Yan Xiaye watched him rub his eyes and motioned with the enticing meal in her hand, "You seem very tired, do you want to eat after you wake up?"
"It's okay."
Ji Liangchen became fully awake, smiled and continued, "It's rare for you to cook personally, of course, I must taste it well."
