Standing in the kitchen, Lin Xinlan was making noodles for Rong Shaoze.
The man was beside her, stir-frying vegetables and making poached eggs.
Soon, two bowls of noodles were ready. Rong Shaoze placed the fried eggs in the bowls, both eggs shaped like peach hearts.
They had eaten this kind of noodle before, back when they'd just escaped from Qiao Yiyang and reunited.
Now, they were eating it again, but it was a time of separation.
Sitting around the small round table, both of them ate very slowly, as if delaying the meal would make time stand still.
Rong Shaoze's phone rang twice; he didn't pick it up.
Lin Xinlan looked up and smiled faintly, "Answer it, they're probably getting anxious."
"Xinlan, when I come back, let's make noodles together again," Rong Shaoze said, looking deeply at her.
"Okay."
The man stood up, kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips, and resolutely turned around to leave.
