Mo Nanze sat quietly for a long time before sitting down across from Lu Yinfeng.
He opened the thermal container that Lu Yinfeng had brought, and a fragrance assailed his senses.
Lu Yinfeng's cooking skills had improved significantly, and the dishes in the container could be considered to have color, aroma, and taste.
It was evident that she had put in quite an effort.
Mo Nanze couldn't help but smile faintly.
He picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.
Lu Yinfeng watched his delicately handsome face, feeling gradually calmed.
She knew Mo Qianyan hadn't given up on her.
Even at times when he thought himself utterly unworthy, it was just him secretly investigating behind the scenes.
The picture frame, too, had been left there on purpose.
His deep affection, Lu Yinfeng could feel it.
Under the relentless gentleness of his offensive, she found herself sinking deeper.
"It's very tasty," Mo Nanze said softly with a smile.