She couldn’t finish the fourth word of her greeting because the familiar and heartbreaking bak kut teh aroma was destroying the psychological defenses she had carefully built over the past six months.
“You’re here!”
In the fragrance of the food, his tall, upright figure appeared, with that smile that had never disappeared from her memory.
Her stomach clenched instantly, a surge of emotion rolling up from her gut, stuck in her throat, neither going up nor down.
Her crystal-black eyes stared at him fixedly, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, neither shock nor excitement. She just stood frozen at the doorway, looking at him.
Her silent appearance fell into Ying Pu Cangxie’s beautiful, deep black eyes. He smiled, “Come in! Close the door. I’ve been waiting for you. In a minute, you’ll be able to eat.”
After saying this, he turned and walked toward the kitchen specially arranged by the hotel.
Watching his back disappear, Shang Kexin remained mute, her throat still blocked, as if breathing was difficult.
After an indeterminate time, the tall figure reappeared, holding a bowl of bak kut teh noodles in a fine Japanese lacquerware.
“Why are you still standing there? Come over!” he called, carrying the noodles toward the dining area.
Shang Kexin’s feet seemed to have a mind of their own, following him, walking into the dining room, sitting in the chair he pulled out, looking at the bowl of noodles…
Everything became as hazy and warm as the thick steam rising from the noodles – even slightly damp!
She raised her hand, touched her cheek, and discovered she was crying.
She, who hadn’t shed a tear in six months, hadn’t she already cried all her tears by the roadside that day?
“Don’t cry… Kexin… Eat quickly! I haven’t made this in over six months. I don’t know if it’s good. Let’s see if the taste is still the same… Kexin…”
He stood nearby, his face full of tender affection mixed with a hint of worry, deeply gazing at Shang Kexin.
But she didn’t pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she looked up at him.
“Why?”
Her eyes were teary, but this time she didn’t intend to wipe them away. She was determined to ask everything clearly – why did he do this just when she thought she could finally forget him?
