She had finished the painting in just half an hour, a painting that only an oil painting could convey.
Glancing at the time, she stood up and walked outside.
In the kitchen, Xiao Chen had just finished the last dish.
Yun Yue walked into the living room to see a table full of dishes and candles; she casually raised her eyebrows.
He removed his apron and, like a gentleman, pulled out a chair for her, looking up at the person next to him, "Let's celebrate."
She hung her head low, her fine features composed, and walked over with a leisurely gait.
The doorbell rang; she curiously looked over, "Feng Ye?"
Didn't he know the password?
"I'll check." Xiao Chen walked over; it couldn't be Feng Ye, as he had already messaged him earlier not to come back.
He opened the door to find a courier, eyes immediately landing on a large bouquet of fresh roses with a small card nestled among them.
"Partings end in meetings, a modest gift for thee, hoping for a rendezvous."
