A palm-sized pot bubbled on the induction stove. Chen Yuan ladled in some cold water, quelling the foam that was threatening to boil over.
He dished out the noodles, now with two fried eggs, and carried the bowl to the table. The steaming porcelain was so scalding that he had to shake his hands vigorously.
While moving, the storage box full of pots and pans had accidentally fallen, and Chen Yuan had to wrap his hand in a towel to pick out a usable bowl from a pile of sharp shards.
Leaving a familiar place meant having to get used to everything all over again.
Chen Yuan picked up some noodles, puffed out his cheeks to blow on them, and glanced around. This was the new apartment he was renting. It wasn't large, but it was cozy.
That day, the two sisters had ultimately failed to make Chen Yuan stay.
After he had made it clear that getting back together was not an option, a dejected Jiangg Ning stopped her sister from blocking his way and stepped aside from the door.
