Footsteps approached his door, but Su Zhinian, who was caught up in his memory, did not realize it until Song Qingchun pushed open the door and walked to his bedside. He quickly closed the browser and returned to the desktop.
"Mr. Su, do you wish to have noodles or rice for dinner?" Song Qingchun had a pink apron on, with lace trimmings and a giant bow on the front. It made her look cute and young.
Su Zhinian, out of habit, wanted to say that anything was fine, but he caught himself and uttered, "Noodles."
Song Qingchun replied with a smiling, "Okay."
Then she swiftly turned to leave his bedroom.
Su Zhinian looked at the empty doorway for a long time before turning back to his computer screen. It was playing a screen saver.
