"they're here."
long chen walked toward zhao churan's room.
the soft light filled the air gently.
zhao churan gently held long chen's hand and walked to the edge of the bed.
long chen looked at zhao churan. she was quiet and gentle, and her every frown and smile was soul-stirring.
"do you want some?"
zhao churan pointed to the wine glass at the side.
"you can have a little."
long chen said with a smile.
"i'll pour the wine."
zhao churan stood up and picked up her cup.
...
there was no storm that night, only endless gentleness.
the next day, long chen went downstairs and saw that han min had already prepared breakfast.
han min turned around and saw long chen. she immediately greeted him with great enthusiasm, " "come and have breakfast."
"i'm not hungry."
long chen left immediately.
he couldn't eat han min's food.
in the back, han min frowned. she didn't expect long chen to be so difficult to please.
