"Jinnian, are you awake? I cooked your favorite Yangchun noodles."
The urgent breathing gradually calmed down, and the images from the nightmares dissipated from his mind.
Chu Jinnian let out a long breath.
He said "I'm coming," threw off the covers, and went into the bathroom.
While washing his face, he noticed the ring on his ring finger.
Chu Jinnian raised his eyes, only to see the silly smiling man in the mirror.
He opened the door and walked to the next room, which was half-open.
In the air, the fragrant scent from the bedroom mingled with the faint aroma from the kitchen and rushed to greet him.
"Why are you up so early?"
Chu Jinnian walked toward the kitchen, "I've come, so...okay."
His gaze slid over Tang Mulin's face, and Chu Jinnian's expression faltered.
Her face bore a smile, but it was like a mask, floating on the surface.
There was no smile in her eyes.
In fact, they were filled with intense sadness.
