Some people in the household had even whispered that the two of them looked somewhat alike—equally cold and disinclined to deal with others.
But her feelings toward him were different... Perhaps it was...
Perhaps it had started the moment she appeared at the cave entrance, flashlight in hand!
Even with one leg broken and a high fever, he had never believed that Ah Gou could really be killed so easily.
Yet her arrival had been like a beam of light that tore through the dark sky at dawn, splitting apart the iron-hard walls around his heart as well.
For the first time in all these years, it had made him believe that Jiang Han—Ah Gou, the mad dog in the eyes of the world—was still someone people would care about and worry over.
Although her movements had been anything but gentle, even somewhat rough, and she had seen him at his most pathetic,
he did not care in the slightest.
All he cared about was that she had appeared, that she had come back, and that she had not truly abandoned him.
"I... I'm going to gather some firewood."
Afraid she would ask anything else, Jiang Han turned and ran.
Su Qiao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She grabbed his arm. "Your leg hasn't fully healed yet. Why are you running?"
"I... I forgot."
Jiang Han's face reddened even more. For once, he felt utterly embarrassed.
Su Qiao released his arm and rolled her eyes at him. "You can even forget that? What is there you can't forget?"
Jiang Han lowered his head and nudged a small pebble at his feet. In a soft voice, he said, "Eating." And cooking for you.
"..."
Wasn't that something she was supposed to say?
Jiang Han hesitated for a long while before stammering softly,