When Li Jiaqi woke up, she opened her eyes and met He Yingdong's pair of extremely tender eyes, making her think she was dreaming.
"Awake?"
"We're already here, and you didn't wake me up!"
Li Jiaqi sat up straight, stretched lazily, and took off the suit draped over her to hand it back to him.
This man, he was actually so dull as to watch her sleep.
At a Chinese restaurant.
He had ordered a table full of dishes, all authentic local flavors.
She had been away from Hong Kong for so long; these dishes were her favorites. Although similar dishes were available outside, the taste was entirely different.
For a foodie like her, the local snacks had always been dear to her heart.
Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves to eat...
He Yingdong, sitting beside her, handed over a napkin to help her wipe down.
"What is this?"
He Yingdong took out a medicine bottle and placed it in front of her.
It was something she occasionally left behind in Qingcheng.
