After finishing frying the egg, Xian Guiying scooped it up and placed it on a plate. She paused and then slowly said, "Qin Gengxin, everyone will grow and change, I used to be unable to cook, but now I am. Just like how I used to love to be by your side when I was young. But now, I don't."
She turned around with a smile and placed the plate on the table. Since it took some time to make the porridge, she put the bread and sausages on the table. Finally, she returned to the couch and took the thermometer.
39 degrees, still feverish.
Xian Guiying frowned, and seeing Qin Gengxin's expression, she realized that he was looking at her, but his eyes were not the same apologetic and passionate look as when he looked at her when he was in Wuyuan, but instead plain. It wasn't like he examined her, but instead, he was looking through her.
