Noodles?
Xia Xiaodie smiled gently and said, “Of course.”
..
That night, Gu Yilin went home. He stood tall and long in the living room and unbuttoned a shirt. At this time, the maid asked respectfully, “Young Master, have you had dinner? Do you want to prepare dinner?”
Gu Yilin was about to refuse when he suddenly smelled the aroma of noodles. His narrow eyes paused for a moment, “Noodles cooked tonight?”
The maid wanted to answer, but Gu Yilin had already walked to the kitchen.
Gu Yilin felt that something was wrong. On the reunion night four years ago, he flew back from country A and returned to Xia Xiaodie’s side. That night, she had also cooked a bowl of noodles for him.
Now, his memory came back fiercely. It was painful, and he was at a loss. It hit him like the waves of the sea. That night was dark, but there was also a lot of sweet softness buried deep in his heart.
