Don't Tell Me You're Lying to Me

Lin Gantang had been distracted while cutting the tomatoes and had accidentally cut her finger. The wound was not deep, so she left it alone.

She did not expect Wen Yanqing to spot it.

Lin Gantang looked at the band-aid on her finger and thought, "This is probably the attentiveness that girls wish for. I don't even care if my hand is injured, but you brought a band-aid and put it on for me."

"Why are you so careless? I'll do it next time," Wen Yanqing said.

Lin Gantang's heart was about to melt. She watched him eat his noodles and resisted the urge to get close to him. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at him. "It's a small matter. It's not like I haven't been hurt before."

Wen Yanqing picked up a piece of egg with his chopsticks. His eyes were covered by the steam from the noodles. He said gently, "You didn't have me in the past."

Lin Gantang propped herself up, leaned in, and kissed his forehead.