Unlike a certain someone in front of him who was stubborn as a dead duck, insisting on being stubborn, stubborn to the very end, Xiao Yan had always quite liked simple and straightforward ways of expression.
If he liked something, he said he liked it. If he hated something, he said he did not.
There were already too many twists and turns to take in life. If even communication between people had to be roundabout, that would be a little too painful.
When Yao Wan heard this, she unconsciously raised that pair of delicate eyebrows. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly on their own, only for her to instinctively try to suppress them once she reacted. She gave a soft cough to steady her emotions.
"Really?"
"Really."
Xiao Yan nodded with absolute certainty.
"Well, I cooked it."
Yao Wan gave a soft snort, but her answer made Xiao Yan nearly drop his jaw. This kind of teasing, joking remark always left people not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Xiao Yan could not help saying, "Where did you learn that lame joke?"
"When Mother asked me how my studies were going back then, every time I said I had finished them properly, she would laugh at me like that."
Under the dim lamplight, in Xiao Yan's eyes, the girl who always unconsciously became serious, even to the point of being unsmiling in a certain sense, was now set off by the faint glow of the bright stones around the mountain cave. She unconsciously revealed a warm smile as she recalled some important person. For a moment, it was as if all colors had dimmed.
It made Xiao Yan's gaze pause slightly, and even his dark red vision scattered a little.
Xiao Yan naturally knew that the Mother Yao Wan