Washing vegetables and cooking, Liu Yi kept asking questions, but Gao Ming silently enjoyed this last segment of ordinary and warm life.
The gift that fate had given him was so wonderful that he dared not accept it easily, fearing he'd get trapped inside and unwilling to leave.
The TV played Liu Yi's favorite variety show, hot porridge and delicious dishes on the dining table, and exhausted Rich lay sprawled in the cat bed.
Picking up the chopsticks, Gao Ming savored every dish, as if chewing on the memories between him and Liu Yi.
"After dinner, I might have to go out. Don't worry, just stay home," Gao Ming glanced out the window, "Lately, the nights in Xinhu might be unsafe."
Xinhu would become unsafe because if he were at his wit's end, he might choose to do something terrible.
"I'll go with you." The porridge in Liu Yi's bowl remained untouched. She felt she might lose something very important tonight, so she had no appetite.
