It was Wu Xia.
"What's wrong?" asked Mo Nianchen.
"I couldn't sleep and came to see what you were busy with."Wu Xia said.
"Xiaxia, do you know how to make tiramisu?" he asked."
"Yes! If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you now."
Mo Nianchen shook his head and stared at the tiramisu on the table.
Wu Xia looked at the table and realized that there was a piece on it.
"Does it taste good? Let me try it too." Wu Xia walked up quickly and cut a small piece.
Mo Nianchen continued to frown. Where exactly did this happen?
It was so blurry, yet it seemed very clear…
It was as if a broken piece of tiramisu had fallen in the corner of the study.
He couldn't remember more.
He had a terrible memory of Tiramisu, but why was Wu Xia so happy?
He frowned.
Suddenly, Mo Nianchen pushed his wheelchair toward the door.
"Chen Chen, where are you going?" Wu Xia finally managed to swallow a mouthful of tiramisu before he found the time to talk to him.
