He sat on the edge of the bed and gently took her hand.

Ying Qian trembled slightly in her sleep.

Meng Beiyan gripped her hand tighter, his gaze calm yet revealing ambition.

He clearly wanted to possess her.

But this is unfair, especially to Qian!

He returned to his room about thirty minutes later.

Ying Qian opened her eyes, turned to the side, changed her posture, glanced at the door, and sighed deeply.

The moonlight shone in softly, telling of the sorrow of the night.

She looked at her hands, blinked her eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep again.

What should we eat tonight?

"Clear broth noodles." Meng Beiyan wiped his hands on his apron and placed a bowl of noodles on the table.

It's called "clear soup noodles," but it has all the essential flavors you'd expect.

There was also a soft-boiled egg in the center.

Ying Qian sat down at the dining table without combing her hair.

Meng Beiyan slowly walked behind her and leisurely combed her hair.

It felt like time had turned back to the days in Qincheng a few years ago.

It was the same heartwarming scene back then. He prepared breakfast, and Ying Qian ate it hastily while he helped comb her hair from behind. He was an expert in all hairstyles back then, but he can't do that now.

As time went by, I forgot about it.

He smiled gently and remarked, "Time flies."

"Yes," Ying Qian replied.

What are your plans for winter break?

"without."

Meng Beiyan lowered his eyes. "Going back to Qincheng? To attend your father's wedding."

She paused for a moment before answering, "I will go."