Yan Luoxi finished cooking the noodles. She didn't add any seasoning. Carrying the bowl out, she saw the man still sitting there with his eyes closed, resting. The light fell over him, and his face looked very pale.
She walked over slowly. The man suddenly opened his eyes. She set the noodles down in front of him and said, "The noodles are ready, eat up."
A hint of a smile seemed to stain Li Yeqi's eyes, his expression gentle, not as cold and aloof as before. Yan Luoxi was slightly stunned. She picked up her glass of water, took a sip, and sat down on the single sofa. "You look a lot like someone I know."
Li Yeqi straightened up, leaned forward and picked up the noodles, wolfing them down. Hearing her words, he said, "Oh?"
Yan Luoxi tilted her head to look at him, and nodded lightly. "A lot of your mannerisms are like his, but I know you're not him."
"Who is he?" Li Yeqi asked, pretending not to know.
