Dong Lili gazed at the increasingly dashing Sheng Shijing, especially when his eyes were on his fiancée.
The light in his eyes was like the soft, pearlescent sheen of fine jade—gentle, yet resolute.
"Guoguo, are you getting used to our Qing City cuisine? Guoguo, you should eat more. Guoguo…"
Every single word was like a rope, tightening around Dong Lili's heart until it hurt so much she could barely breathe.
It wasn't for any other reason. The words were all too familiar; they were the very same things she used to say.
Whenever they had a chance to eat together, she would fuss over him endlessly, but he would only ever frown in silence.
She had assumed he found her too talkative, so as she got older, she learned not to say such things so readily.
Yet here he was, saying them now without a hint of annoyance, repeating them again and again. And that Guoguo just responded happily, "I know, I know! Heh heh… You're the only one at the whole table nagging, Eldest Brother Sheng."
