He didn't think she would want to know about the things that had happened in the Nan Family before.
At his words, Su Xingyue paused, then nodded and looked at the egg in his hand, bowed her head... and obediently took a bite.
The egg was still hot, a bit scalding, and although it didn't taste exactly like the one in her memories, it was... very delicious.
She realized then that boiled eggs could be this tasty.
The patience of the man beside her as he fed her the egg, however, stirred her heart.
...
After dinner, Nan Yuling went to the bathroom to take a bath.
Su Xingyue walked over to the glass window of the cabin, drew back the curtain, and saw nothing but darkness.
Daylight on Snow Island was fleeting, the nights long.
In the evenings, the cold made it impossible for people to go outside.
Snow Island might be beautiful, but its beauty could make one feel uneasy.
She suddenly missed Jiangcheng a little...
Just then, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.