It was just evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the window, enveloping her in a layer of golden light.
As if a dream had turned into reality, Nie Qing didn't even blink, afraid that if he did, this scene would vanish.
Mu Yiliang hummed softly, shaping the pastries one by one and placing them into molds.
At this moment, Nie Qing was completely immersed in the past, not daring to relax even a bit.
Just how to put the arsenic in...
Luckily, she had her back to the man at this moment...
...
Half an hour later, the pastries were baking in the oven. While tidying up the table, Mu Yiliang turned around and smiled at him, "There's still some time until the pastries are ready. Come over, how about I teach you how to write your name?"
Nie Qing showed an eager expression and nodded vigorously.
Mu Yiliang wiped her hands clean and, as she passed by him, casually grabbed his wrist, "You're really too thin... you need to eat more from now on."
