"Go wash your hands, I've already made the pineapple pork, and I'm just waiting for you to come back," Chengfeng kissed her lightly on the lips, and then headed to the kitchen himself.
He didn't know how much longer he could be with her or how much he could do for her. Yet, even if it was just one more meal he could make for her, he felt immensely happy.
Lin Man watched his slightly buoyant figure walking away, the sourness in her nose grew stronger, and she headed heavily to the washroom.
Looking at the matching toothbrushes, toothpaste, and towels on the washstand.
In just a few short days, he had already occupied more than half her life.
Tears finally fell from her eyes uncontrollably.
Under the cover of the running water from the faucet, Lin Man covered her mouth and quietly sobbed.
Footsteps sounded outside the washroom.
Lin Man hurriedly leaned down, scooped up water from the sink, and washed her face twice, trying to wash away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
