The light in Ning Yanan's eyes gradually extinguished.
"Yaya, don't tell me what's worth it or not, I'm only worried about you getting hurt right now. I can handle everything else," Jiang Jinchen lifted her chin and lingered on her lips for a while, his voice hoarse.
"What about you, then? Do you think it's worth it? If it weren't for my insistence on clinging to you, you could still be peacefully working as your major journalist, chasing news, waiting for a promotion."
"Are you hungry? I'll make something for you to eat," Ning Yanan avoided his gaze and turned towards the kitchen.
Whether life is stable or not doesn't depend on what you do, but on who is with you.
"I'll join you," Jiang Jinchen stepped forward to follow her, and as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Ning Yanan pushed him away, complaining in a low voice, "I can't cook with you hugging me like this."
