Yige watched his blurry figure disappear around the corner of the house, her slightly upturned lips slowly sinking down, her dense eyelashes also lowered. The courtyard now was left with only her, solitary and looking particularly thin and desolate.
About half an hour later, Lei Yicheng came out from around the corner with two steaming bowls of noodles.
Tang Yige heard footsteps and turned her gaze in his direction.
Besides being able to vaguely see his tall silhouette, Tang Yige couldn't quite make out if he was holding anything.
As Lei Yicheng approached, Tang Yige finally smelled the aroma of the noodles.
Tang Yige smirked, "Where'd you get these?"
"The kitchen!" Lei Yicheng said, carefully placing one bowl on the round table in front of Yige and handing her a pair of chopsticks, "Try it."
"Did you make it?" Tang Yige lowered her head, wanting to take a closer look at the noodles in front of her.
"Don't get so close, watch your eyes."
