Yuran smiled, "Really, nothing happened; all the classmates are quite nice!"
Bo Yan's mother gave up; her cooking was actually not bad at all. Everything she made suited Yuran's taste perfectly. As Yuran ate, she praised Bo Yan's mother, making her beam with joy.
Bo Yan ate his own meal slowly and with great composure, observing the custom of silence during meals.
Yuran smiled with her eyes curved and lips bright white, resembling an innocent child. Bo Yan would occasionally glance at her, but he would quickly shift his gaze away.
However, his thoughts inevitably drifted far away.
He had not planned to come back originally. The new movie was in the planning stage, and time was tight; he needed to polish the script and more.
Somehow, he thought of three days ago when his mother mentioned he should come home because Yuran was finishing her military training and coming home for dinner. It was as if by some evil force, and before he knew it, he was standing at the doorstep.
