"Tell me, is it because of me that you're happy?" An Jing asked, tilting her head up with a proud and coquettish air.
Xiao Changyi nodded, honestly indulging her; "Yes."
But An Jing suddenly stopped smiling. After a long pause, she said softly, "I probably never told you, my parents... that is, my mom and dad, they were dismembered and killed. I became a soldier in order to avenge them. Before their deaths, I was quite happy. But after they died, happiness was gone for me. It was just me left in my family, and I became good at cooking gradually because there was nobody to cook for me, just one person. I could only cook for myself."
Xiao Changyi felt heartbroken. He wanted to embrace An Jing, but with people passing by from time to time, it wasn't appropriate to overstep boundaries, so he just took one of An Jing's hands and held it tightly in his own.
