In fact, Yu Yanshen probably didn't have that intention, but the look in Yao Qing's eyes, which seemed to be both rejecting and welcoming, made him subtly raise his eyebrows.
What he said was entirely normal, yet it somehow conveyed a... special feeling.
"Keep provoking me like that, and next time it won't be so simple," he warned.
Yao Qing, "..."
Where did she provoke him?
By the time they finished dinner, it was already past two in the morning.
Scattered fireworks occasionally rose in clusters, but most had faded away.
She looked out at the pitch-black sky and felt a warmth and peace that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
She remembered the months before she returned to China when she thought she'd have to keep struggling just to get by.
Now, suddenly, living didn't feel like a struggle anymore.
It wasn't just bitter and spicy; there was also a tiny bit of sweetness.