Late Affection Is Cheaper Than Grass

The night is like ink, soaking in the top wealthy area of ​​​​Yuncheng. In the restaurant of the Gu family manor, warm yellow light shines on a table of carefully prepared dishes. The heat is dense, but it cannot dispel the coldness in the air. Su Wan sat at the dining table, fingertips unconsciously rubbing the cool tablecloth. Today is the third anniversary of her marriage to Gu Yanchen. She has been busy since the afternoon, cooking all the dishes he once mentioned she liked.