The night was cool as water.
Fu Jingshen sat alone at the dining table, the servants had long since tidied up and left.
In the vast living room, only Fu Jingshen remained, his upright figure looking incredibly lonely.
Fu Jingshen slowly lifted his hand to bring the tomato and egg noodles Gu Nian had left half-eaten to his own side.
His slender fingers touched the edge of the bowl; the noodles had gone cold and soggy from sitting too long, and as a dish, it looked quite unappetizing.
Fu Jingshen was famously fastidious about cleanliness, sometimes having extremely strict demands on the presentation of food.
If the presentation wasn't exquisite, the ingredients not fresh enough, or the colors not appealing, Fu Jingshen wouldn't even spare it a second glance.
Yet, he never frowned upon leftovers from Gu Nian.
