The dishes were ready, and Gu Yelin began to carefully serve An Yiqing. An Yiqing felt a bit embarrassed by his attentiveness. She glanced at Gu Yelin's empty bowl and placed a chopstick-full of bamboo shoots into it, "You should eat too, don't just take care of me."
Gu Yelin stared at the bamboo shoots in his bowl for a moment. He had always been a heartless person, never having someone serve him a meal before—not because there was no one, but because no one dared. Third Young Master Gu's iron-fisted decision-making had always marked him as an emperor among the strong. In everyone's eyes, he was invincible. However, today, a clear and gentle girl appeared, as if she knew he was also flesh and blood, undaunted by his harsh and cold aura, simply caring for him. This warmth felt foreign, but it slowly melted Gu Yelin's heart and blended his feelings for An Yiqing into it, merging with his flesh and blood.
