Ye Xue stopped chewing and raised her head to look at Jiang Yu in confusion. "Why did he look for you?"
Jiang Yu said, "Actually, there's nothing much. We just chatted for a while."
"Oh." Ye Xue kept feeling that Jiang Yu had something to say.
Jiang Yu clenched the chopsticks in his hand and reached into the plate. He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and placed it into the bowl in front of Ye Xue. "Eat more, you're too thin."
"Okay." Every time Jiang Yu cooked, Ye Xue would eat more. Jiang Yu was probably the only person who had no talent in cooking but always wanted to cook for her.
...
The next day.
When Fu Tingyan was about to wake up, he subconsciously touched the seat beside him but found it was empty. He opened his eyes abruptly and realized that the person beside him had long disappeared.
He propped himself up on the bed and looked at the sofa. The clothes that he had left on the sofa last night were gone too.
