“Wow, your cooking is so good!” Bai Shuying didn't have the best impression of Wen Cunlan, but being able to enjoy a taste of home while abroad earned Wen Cunlan plenty of points in her book.
“I can cook for you every day, just for you.” Wen Cunlan took Bai Shuying's hand with heartfelt tenderness. Bai Shuying nodded emphatically.
“You look so much like her, but you're not her.” Under the dim light, Chen Muyan cupped Bai Shuying's face and let his tears fall in regret.
“I'm sorry. I mistook you for her.” Chen Muyan stroked the photo of the two of them. The girl in it wore a bright smile, as if she were still by his side, comforting him.
