"What do you think of my idea, Nian... Nian?"
Liao Ruge's voice pulled Jiang Nian out of her memories.
She spoke, looking a little embarrassed. "Ah, sorry, I zoned out just now. What were you saying?"
Liao Ruge's expression was complicated:
"I was asking what you thought of my selection. Why are you... crying?"
She had just been about to ask Jiang Nian's opinion, only to turn and find her staring blankly at the dessert in her hand, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.
Had she remembered someone from her past?
Hearing Liao Ruge's words, Jiang Nian reflexively wiped her face. "Was I crying? Ah, maybe I thought my baking skills had gotten worse. It tasted so bad it made me cry."
Liao Ruge folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. Did she look like an idiot?
Still, she wasn't the type to poke at someone's old wounds.
Instead of calling Jiang Nian out, she smiled and changed the subject. "In that case, I suppose I'll reluctantly help you finish it. What can I say? I'm just that kind."
With that, Liao Ruge snatched Jiang Nian's portion at lightning speed and wolfed the dessert down in two bites.
She licked the corner of her mouth in satisfaction, then pressed her palms together. "Thanks for the treat."
Looking at her empty left hand, then at the plate without so much as a crumb left on it, Jiang Nian instantly lost all her melancholy.
The corner of her mouth twitched as she looked speechlessly at Liao Ruge.
How very kind of you.
Luckily, she had scooped out a spoonful for 88 earlier. Since 88 couldn't enjoy it, she would do the honors instead.
She raised the spoon to eat that last bite, but before it reached her mouth, the tiramisu on it