"The crisis is resolved?" Lu Chenyuan asked Lin Yan.
Lin Yan thought, "Sort of, I don't really know, it should be resolved by now." She pointed at the convenience store ahead, "Park the car, I want to go have some instant noodles."
The car was parked, and they went in through the automatic glass doors of the convenience store, one after the other.
She picked out her favorite flavors from the shelves; instant noodles aren't something you can eat every day, but once you haven't had them for a while, you start craving them.
Nothing is better than having some hot steaming instant noodles on a cold night, with the chilly wind cutting through your bones.
"Lin Xue hasn't had it easy all these years, she's grown up and matured a lot, reconciliation is certain; no one wants to go to jail, an impulsive decision comes with a price."
Lu Chenyuan didn't understand and didn't want to comment.
