Wind chimes of memories (70)

Han yichu wanted to read Huang qingwu's mind, but her eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of clouds. Her expression was calm, and han yichu could not read her mind.

Huang qingwu nodded. She was touched by han yichu's kindness.

However, Huang qingwu was not going to forgive han yichu just because of a meal.

She needed to slowly adjust her emotions.

Han yichu really treated Huang qingwu like a fragile doll. He opened the stool for her and let her sit.

"Qingwu, eat whatever you want first. There are two more dishes in the kitchen."

Huang qingwu saw that han yichu was about to get busy, so she reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve.

This was almost Huang qingwu's conditioned reflex action.

Han yichu felt his sleeve being grabbed. He turned to look at Huang qingwu, and the faint light in his eyes suddenly lit up. It was so bright and dazzling.

Huang qingwu felt as if she had been pierced by his bright gaze.