The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of simmering sauces and freshly chopped vegetables. Warm steam curled through the air as the sound of a knife rhythmically hitting the cutting board echoed through the cozy space. Xia Yuqing stood at the counter, quietly chopping vegetables. Her hands moved with practiced precision, but her thoughts were far away.
She didn't feel focused. Her movements were almost robotic, her mind consumed by one thing—what would she say to Lu Jinchen?
Should she apologize for being rude? Should she say sorry for throwing away his flowers without even looking at them?Or maybe... she should just say sorry for pushing him away when all he wanted was to make her happy?
"Ugh... this lunch better be magical," she muttered under her breath, sighing softly.
