Yin Feng's petulance, encapsulated in his "If you care about me, I'll care about you" demeanor, was disregarded completely by You Mingxu. However, when the door of her house swung open, she was taken aback for a moment.
Strings of small lights were hanging from the living room ceiling, flickering on and off. The dining table stood in the center, covered in candles forming a smiling face. There were napkins and cutlery for two at either end of the table. Furthermore, the area surrounding the table was embellished with many bouquets of fresh flowers. The entire space was filled with a sense of hazy, romantic beauty.
You Mingxu, encountering such a scene for the first time, shot a glance at Yin Feng. The man had meticulously prepared all of this, but now he sulkily walked towards the dining table without uttering a word, pulled out a chair, and sat down, burying his face in his arms, ignoring her.
You Mingxu couldn't help but chuckle.
