"It's nothing, just a bit hot. I'll eat it in a bit," Nan Xi said.
As she bowed her head, a faint sweetness danced at the corners of her mouth.
She remembered back in high school, how couples often went out to eat together; she had never been in a relationship and initially didn't quite understand love.
But she often saw young couples sharing a bowl of rice or noodles; sometimes the boy would pick up the noodles to feed the girl, who would then smile like blooming peach blossoms, and the two of them looked so sweet together.
Back then, she was young and naive, genuinely believing that love was about sharing a bowl of noodles, you willing to eat what I left, and I willing to eat what you left.
That was enough to satisfy her.
Later, as she grew up, she realized how simple and beautiful those thoughts were!
And as she grew older, she understood that adult love was full of rights and wrongs and calculations.
