What is Love?

As Bai Yaoyao took in the aroma of the breakfast, she still felt a little dazed and surreal.

Duan Yanhao took off his apron and rolled up his sleeves. He scooped some porridge for Bai Yaoyao and placed it in front of her."Why aren't you eating? what are you thinking about?"

Bai Yaoyao chuckled and shook her head."Nothing much."

She wouldn't say that she was in a daze and felt that all of this wasn't real.

Bai Yaoyao ate the porridge mouthful by mouthful, feeling that it was especially sweet.

Sometimes, when she was at home and did not have to go to the International station, she liked to cook for Duan Yanhao.

However, if she had to go to work one day, Duan Yanhao would cook for her.

He was considerate and loved her, and she was the same.

Bai Yaoyao thought to herself that the most painful times of her life were all over. Now that Duan Yanhao doted on her, she felt very sweet and warm.