Before sunset, the light inside the villa was somewhat dim.
Chu Xinian stood elegantly in front of the washbasin, his black sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his fair and slender arm, his head lowered as he seriously washed the tomato in his hand.
The pot emitted a gentle sizzling sound, the boiling soup pushing the lid, which was the source of the fragrance wafting through the air.
Qin Yiren stood outside in a daze, the scene before her eyes felt familiar, evoking a warm nostalgia that made it inexplicably hard for her to look away.
Chu Xinian didn't immediately notice her presence, he finished washing the tomato and sliced it, then saw her reflection in the knife's blade, raising his eyebrows slightly as he turned to look at her, "Yi Ren?"
Qin Yiren blinked slowly, nodding in confusion.
Chu Xinian patiently met her gaze, carefully not to disturb her.
