Seeing Lun Sui put down his chopsticks, Xin Xiaozhen also stopped eating. She knew he was impatient, but she still wanted to continue—just like this, spending the next two days with him.
He settled the bill without saying a word, and Xin Xiaozhen silently followed beside him, her mind drifting back to the past. Back then, every time they went out, she was the one who paid the bill. This was the first time in so long that he had footed the bill when they went out together.
Even earlier at the western restaurant, at the movie theater, he had stood off to the side coldly, motionless.
Watching his departing back, Xin Xiaozhen couldn't help but smile softly and carefully followed behind him.
She truly was easily satisfied—perhaps because of love too deep. At times, even a smile or a small gesture could be enough to fill her heart.
