She placed a hand on her chest, frowning at the unfamiliar feeling.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Long Yifan's face was glowing with both pain and joy. His heart still bled from her cruel words, but his eyes sparkled with hope.
"She felt something," he whispered to himself. "Even if it was anger. Even if it was bitterness. She finally felt something again."
He clenched his fists tightly, determination burning in him. "If I must take her grudges, her hatred, her coldness, then I will. Because one day… one day, she will look at me again with love."
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Long Yifan placed the steaming dishes on the table. The smell of food filled the small room. He had cooked carefully, remembering what Gu Jin liked.
"Dinner is ready," he called softly. His voice was steady, but his heart was beating fast.
Gu Jin walked over, her face calm as always. She sat down without saying a word.
