Once you've eaten your fill, your heart won't feel so unsettled!

Gu Zheng's voice was very low, with a trace of barely perceptible nervousness.

Song Ning's heart tightened slightly, and she stood without moving.

Gu Zheng's hand gently stroked her wrist.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, his voice a little husky.

"Song Ning, I feel... a little unsettled! I don't know what to do..."

Song Ning watched him quietly for a moment, then gently pulled her hand free.

She walked out of the living room.

Gu Zheng never lowered his hand.

Like the living room at that moment, his heart suddenly felt empty, with only himself left inside.

But some ten minutes later, an enticing aroma drifted over.

Gu Zheng opened his eyes just in time to see Song Ning set a steaming bowl of noodles in front of him.

Two poached eggs rested on top, garnished with greens and a drizzle of sesame oil.

It was just like the bowl he had eaten at the Rental Apartment in Yanling.

Unfortunately, he had only eaten it once, and the taste had lingered in his memory for a long time.

Song Ning handed him the chopsticks. "Eat! Once you've eaten your fill, your heart won't feel so unsettled!"

Gu Zheng had been rather pleased, but his hand froze at her words.

He looked up at her, his eyes full of accusation and grievance.

Didn't she understand... why he felt unsettled?

Song Ning merely smiled and softly added:

"This is my first time cooking for someone else so late at night, too."

Gu Zheng paused, then his eyes suddenly lit up, his grievance vanishing in an instant.

He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from lifting, either.

The first time she had cooked so late at night had been for him.

*He was different to her after all, wasn't