The taro cake on the table was delicately pink, likely infused with some fresh flower juice.
Where would one find fresh flowers in winter? This guy must have covertly picked the flowers from Madam Cheng's greenhouse.
As Tian Xuan watched Cheng Haoxuan bringing the taro cake to her lips, she suppressed the sadness in her heart, flashed him a sweet smile, and started eating it from his hand.
The taro cake was sweet and tasted indeed better than the ones she made.
Yet, despite its deliciousness, Tian Xuan always felt like crying when eating it.
"It's really yummy!"
After a smile, Tian Xuan lowered her head to forcefully swallow the tears that almost brimmed over.
"Tasty... if it's tasty, then eat it all up."
There was an ambiguous undertone in Cheng Haoxuan's voice, which deepened the ache in Tian Xuan's heart.
