With a spoon, she crushed the fruits and blended them into the soup. If dying was her fate, she might as well die along with him, regardless of what place he held in her heart. With death as her resolve, Bing Yun actually felt liberated, slowly stirring the soup, her eyes revealing a trace of pitiful beauty.
It wasn't long before Nian Bing returned. Because of the excitement in his heart, he didn't notice anything unusual about Bing Yun. Taking the spoon from her, the Magic Glow flashed again as he continued his cooking.
Bing Yun leaned against the wall nearby, her captivating gaze fixed on Nian Bing's movements flowing like clouds and water. In that moment, she let go of everything in her heart and realized how handsome the focused Nian Bing was. Her vision blurred; she no longer wished to think about hatred or anything else. Right then, all she could see was Nian Bing's tall and upright figure.
