Nan Jiaojiao was captivated.
She rarely saw a couple whose every single movement radiated love, their figures gradually receding into the distance, deeply imprinting in her eyes and sinking into her heart.
"What are you looking at?"
Bo Yanching asked casually as he pushed the abalone rice in front of her, "Try Brother Hao's cooking."
Nan Jiaojiao picked up her chopsticks, reluctantly shifting her gaze, "They seem really happy together."
"Yes, they are. Feeling envious?" Bo Yanching teased.
It was meant as a casual joke, but Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips seriously, "Yes, quite envious."
Bo Yanching was momentarily moved and took her hand, "You can have that too."
Nan Jiaojiao, sensing his underlying implication, didn't respond and reached out to take some food, naturally avoiding his hand.
A trace of loneliness hid in Bo Yanching's eyes.