"Yi Chengxuan, why aren't you crying today?" Yue Xin asked deliberately. In fact, she knew very well that Yi Chengxuan disguised himself very well and never cried. Other than crying once on New Year's Eve last year, he was usually so powerful that people looked up to him.
Sometimes, even if Yue Xin deliberately embarrassed him in front of others, he could still calmly mediate it. His mental fortitude was very strong. If not for Yue Xin's absolute confidence in her memory, she would have suspected that the scenes she had seen before were just an illusion.
When Yi Chengxuan heard Yue Xin's words, he turned to look at her. Under the influence of alcohol, Yi Chengxuan's face was flushed, adding a touch of color to his originally handsome face.
"I knew you would come, so I deliberately held it in."
Holding it in?
With this thought in mind, Yue Xin placed the food on the table. "Do you want to eat?"
