"Well... it’s alright." The hand holding the chopsticks tightened a bit, not daring to meet Qing Yi’s curious eyes.
Qing Yi didn’t seem too suspicious: "I find it quite spicy, eat less of it or it might upset your stomach."
"Hmm." The drunkard replied absentmindedly, keeping his head down as he ate the noodles Qing Yi had cooked for him. He didn’t look up for a long time and didn’t eat anything else.
These things had no taste at all, including the bowl of noodles he had been longing for.
Tasteless things are really hard to swallow, and it felt like the whole world had lost its color at that moment.
He tried to eat according to the taste he remembered, but the more he ate, the more upset he felt inside.
In the past, he found it delicious, but when he finally wanted to savor it carefully, he couldn’t taste anything anymore.
Fate loves to play tricks on people; we don’t know how to cherish things when we should, and when we finally want to, it’s too late.
First, it was taste, then in a few days, who knows if it will be hearing, sight, taste again, or something else...
The hand that held the chopsticks was trembling slightly, he closed his eyes, and tears silently fell into the bowl.
The boy squatting by his feet, who had been watching him, felt not only sad but also a bit puzzled to see the drunkard cry.
What’s wrong with him?
Today, he seems particularly unhappy, and his face doesn’t look good.
Qing Yi saw that the drunkard remained silent, always eating his noodles with his head down, smiled, and said: "Is it that delicious?"
"... Hmm." The drunkard softly replied, quickly opened his eyes, and continued eating.
He tried hard to calm his emotions, not wanting or daring to let Qing Yi notice anything was wrong with him.
"Jun Moyan, lie down , like I am, to sleep."
"Be careful, lie down slowly."
"I’ll move a little closer." Wen Xiao’ai said as she shifted her body, snuggling closer to Jun Moyan, grinning as she looked at him.
After a short while, her little hands became restless, sometimes touching Jun Moyan’s face, sometimes his eyes.
"Alright, let’s sleep. We haven’t rested well these past two days, and tomorrow we’ll visit the Jun Family to see Second Brother and Grandpa."
"Just a bit longer." Wen Xiao’ai was indeed sleepy, but she still wanted to watch a little longer.
As she watched, Wen Xiao’ai’s eyelids started to fight each other, and soon she fell asleep.
Jun Moyan called her, confirming she had fallen asleep, then got up to turn her over, worried she might crick her neck from sleeping on her stomach.
Although Wen Xiao’ai used to like sleeping on his body, sleeping there all night without a crick in her neck, it was impossible to hold her this way.
As soon as Jun Moyan touched her, Wen Xiao’ai turned over on her own, turning to his side and subconsciously snuggling closer to him.
Jun Moyan smiled, turned off the light, lay back down, carefully cuddled Wen Xiao’ai into his arms, and kissed her forehead.
Smelling the familiar, pleasant, faint milky scent on her, Jun Moyan contentedly closed his eyes.
In the United Kingdom—
In a KTV that combined with a bar, there came a group of over ten fashionably dressed students.
Among these students, more than half were Huaxia people with yellow skin and black eyes, while only four or five were British with high nose bridges.
"Class representative Cheng, so this KTV is owned by your uncle? It looks very high-end, and your uncle seems really young and handsome. Indeed, the genetics run strong in the family."
A girl complimented with a smile as she looked at the handsome uncle dressed in designer brands, walking at the front and personally leading them to the private room.