Dumplings…
Beiming Han recalled the dumplings Gu Qingxin made for him during New Year's. It had been many years; that was the only time he had dumplings during New Year's.
"It's too much trouble. This year, we can celebrate New Year's together, and you can make them for me." Beiming Han lifted his hand to touch her face.
This year's New Year's…
Gu Qingxin felt a pang in her heart. Let alone New Year's, she could only stay with him for a few more days.
"How could it be trouble? And who said you only eat dumplings on New Year's? I'll make them for you tomorrow. Tonight, I'll bake you a cake and cook noodles." Gu Qingxin smiled at him.
Returning to North Garden, Gu Qingxin went to prepare. Beiming Han wanted to help, but Gu Qingxin pushed him out, telling him to watch TV first.
Beiming Han sat in the living room, his mind not on the TV at all, his attention entirely in the kitchen. Watching Gu Qingxin busily working, a sweet, aching sensation filled his heart.
