But today, Minmin told him solemnly that, compared to Shen Xingye, he was far too inferior.
Shen Xinghan's eyes burned red, staring intently at the delicate face before him.
He was inherently unfeeling, never in his life having truly cared for anyone—not even his siblings, whom he could abandon without hesitation.
He was known for his acrid tongue, capable of saying countless hurtful things to Lu Minmin, yet at this very moment, he couldn't muster a single word.
After what felt like an eternity, he slowly lowered his lashes and said softly, "You love fish soup. Tonight, let's go home earlier. I'll have the small kitchen prepare a fresh carp soup for you."
His fingers interlocked tightly with Lu Minmin's, as if he would never let go of her hand for the rest of his life.
Lu Minmin's eyes were full of disgust. "I hate you," she said.
Shen Xinghan laughed self-deprecatingly. "I accept it as sweet as honey."
…
As the two left, inside the side hall—
