A trace of loneliness and an indescribable emotion flickered in Mi Feifei's eyes. Her fingers tightened slightly, and her heart felt heavy, as if weighed down by a stone.
Chu Yao, on the other hand, was completely oblivious. When she returned to her apartment, Lu Xize was already there.
The moment Chu Yao stepped inside, she was greeted by a rich, milky aroma. She tossed her bag onto the sofa and hurried toward the kitchen.
There, under the bright lights, Lu Xize stood with his back to her. He must have heard her footsteps, because he turned his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. His side profile was indescribably alluring.
However, Chu Yao's gaze was mostly fixed on what Lu Xize was holding.
On an exquisite white porcelain plate sat a few cookies. They weren't as perfectly shaped as store-bought ones, but it was obvious they were fresh from the oven.
