Qiao Xiaon'an watched as Yun Mo walked across the bright and polished living room towards the kitchen. She knew he must be going to prepare something for her to eat. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Yun Mutou, make me some tomato and egg noodles, and a sunny-side-up egg, cooked to seventy percent."
Not until his figure disappeared around the corner, did she take a glance at the few large green potted plants in the living room, her mood becoming increasingly cheerful.
She couldn't help humming a tune, even though she was tone-deaf.
However, due to her excitement, she accidentally pulled at her wound. She only groaned, her mood getting better as she continued to gaze in the direction where Yun Mo had disappeared. The blistered area of the burn delivered a fiery sensation of pain, she actually laughed, "This wound is quite worthwhile. Ha... Yun Mutou, Yun Mutou!"
