She hadn't planned on eating a lot, but one chopstick after another, Jiang Zhe, without realizing it, had eaten half of it.
Her eating was quick, but it didn't seem rushed or vulgar; instead, it had a brisk and natural elegance.
Qin Jingchen sat beside her, a smile playing in his eyes.
Jiang Zhe looked up at him, "Aren't you eating?"
"I am." Qin Jingchen then picked up his chopsticks.
A beautiful dining companion might be more attractive than the food itself.
...
The next day, Jiang Zhe returned to the orphanage to see Xun Yining.
The fourteen-year-old boy had shot up in height, now taller than Jiang Zhe.
His voice, rough with the changes of adolescence, intertwined with a youthful gentleness, made him feel a bit embarrassed. Seeing Jiang Zhe, after calling her "Sister," he just smiled.
"How's the preparation going?" Jiang Zhe asked.
"Almost there."
