A short while later, dinner was ready.
The dishes were not considered sumptuous. They were just four simple dishes with a soup, but it looked very delicious and its fragrance whet the appetite.
Xi Xiaye who sat far away on the sofa could already faintly smell the whiff of the tempting fragrance.
"Have some fruit juice. With your injury, it's best if you don't drink."
The man across her poured her a glass of fruit juice and elegantly placed it in front of her. When he saw her twinkling eyes in a daze and wanted to say something but stopped herself. He asked, "What are you thinking about so deeply?"
"Nothing..." Xi Xiaye subconsciously sighed, then she quickly picked up her chopsticks. After some consideration, before she finally met his concerned eyes and said, "I just feel like all of this is happening too quickly. It feels like a dream."
