Holding her breath and holding a cake in her hand, Shen Xingchen took a deep breath until the nauseous feeling eased a bit.
Then she glanced at the cake in her hand, perhaps she had eaten too many mixed things today.
So, with a heavy heart, she set the cake aside, fearing she wouldn't be able to eat dinner later.
Shen Li had been busy in the kitchen for so long, she didn't want his efforts to go to waste.
At this moment, turning her head to look at Shen Li still busy in the kitchen, Shen Xingchen pursed her lips and smiled secretly.
The feeling of being alone together with him was just nice, even if they did nothing, she felt fulfilled and joyful.
The TV was still on, but Shen Xingchen wasn't watching it. Instead, she was sitting on the sofa with her knees tucked under her chin, gazing intently at Shen Li in the kitchen.
It seemed as though she had known Shen Li for several lifetimes, as if she had been with him for a very long time—every memory she had was about him.
