The orange-red flames danced, lighting up Jiang Ji's face.
And the familiar smile playing on his lips.
For a moment, he froze.
'This is...'
It was a familiar little gesture, one of Jiang Ji's habits.
But that lighter... it was clearly a modern invention.
He walked toward Jiang Ji, wanting to ask what that thing was.
But the words died on his lips.
He watched Jiang Ji expertly flip the roasting meat.
The firelight reflected in his eyes, but it couldn't penetrate the coldness in his heart.
'It's like...'
'I really don't have the right anymore.'
Jiang Ji noticed the movement and looked up to see him.
He paused for a second, then immediately grinned and started showing off.
"Gu Si, stay for dinner!"
His tone was friendly, as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"My cooking is delicious! I'm definitely no worse than you!"
He finished with a smug lift of his eyebrows and a slight smirk.
