Ye Nuannuan asked with great anticipation, "How's the taste?"
Zhou Lu lowered his eyes but didn't look at her, instead, he glanced at her untouched chopsticks and bowl, "You should eat too, the noodles are getting cold."
Ye Nuannuan picked up her chopsticks, suddenly feeling a bit down, "It used to be the three of us together every New Year's Eve, counting down, welcoming the new year. I guess I should learn to face it alone from now on."
Zhou Lu slightly furrowed his brows, his face serious and solemn. He quickly finished his noodles and said emotionlessly, "I should go back now."
Ye Nuannuan felt a tightness in her heart, always feeling that something was different between her and Zhou Lu, a feeling that deeply unsettled her.
"So soon?"
He lifted his hand to look at his watch, it was already past seven in the evening, he had delayed too much time, he had even planned to leave work early to give Su Jian a surprise.