Yun Mo's icy gaze on Qiao Xiaon'an made her feel as if the warmth of April had suddenly turned into the bitter cold of winter. After a while of thinking, she realized she indeed said something wrong. She let go of the chopsticks in her mouth. Her gaze meeting his turned serious and she dared not neglect, "Amo, I'm sorry. I won't joke about breaking up or divorce anymore."
"..." Yun Mo then withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and continued eating his breakfast in a gentlemanly manner. "Once the rain stops, I'll take you to the flower market."
Qiao Xiaon'an stared blankly at him.
He continued to slice the cheesy baked mashed potatoes in a gentlemanly manner.
Qiaoqiao: "The flower market?"
Yun Mo: "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the flower market?"
