Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was night.
This was their second day sharing a room.
Unlike the first day, this time, when Feng Nai walked in, his roommate had yet to return.
He casually threw his keys on the wardrobe.
Feng Nai’s indifferent eyes swept past the other side of the room before he grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.
Mo Bei hadn’t gone far. She was sitting on a long bench in the estate. Her dark locks were slightly messy from the wind, and no emotions could be seen on her profile.
Was this how her brother had felt back then?
Not a single person had stood by his side.
This was the oute people had wanted.
Mo Bei could almost imagine his frame of mind when he had headed home to treat his hand.
Recovery was impossible.
External injuries on top of long-term fatigue and strain.
To a professional eSports player, it was apparent what this meant.
However, he’d still wanted to e back, even though not a single person there weled him.
Mo Bei recalled being young. She had liked playing games, and so had he.
However, their allowance had only been enough to buy one ticket to the Asian petition.
Their father had disapproved of a little girl being involved in things like games.
Thus, he had worn her dress and said with a grin, “Go ahead, I will tank it for you.”
Mo Bei looked down, her fingers curling in tightly as she pushed aside her thoughts.
She knew Mo Nan’s personality the best.
Thus, she knew why he still wanted to e back.
It was probably because something deep down in his heart hadn’t been pletely extinguished.
They could relight it while there was still a spark.
Mo Bei stood up. The windbreaker she was wearing flapped loudly in the wind as her aloof, elegant back blended into the night.
12.30 am.
That was when she pushed open the door of the apartment.
Panda was rummaging through the refrigerator as he muttered, “Even a carton of milk would be good. Why is everything raw?”
As he said that, he glanced to the side and coughed lightly. “Um, what? Are you hungry?”
It was very obvious what his gaze truly revealed.
Mo Bei casually placed the windbreaker that she had removed on a chair and asked coolly, “What do you want to eat?”
“The stir-fried noodles you made last time were really good!” Panda’s eyes were bright.
Mo Bei shot a look at the refrigerator. “There aren’t enough ingredients.”
“Then…” Panda’s figure slumped.
Mo Bei looked up for a moment, her face expressionless. “Go wait over there. I’ll see what I can make.”
Upon hearing that, Panda felt so touched that he almost broke into tears.
He was 17 years old, so he was still growing. If he was hungry, he would really lose his self-control.
Besides, Panda wasn’t the only one feeling hungry.
Han Xi, who had been drinking water, automatically set the table as soon as he smelled the aroma that wafted out of the kitchen. Then, his handsome self sat down at the dining table. He was a man of few words who would not make any ments as long as there was food.
No one knew what Mo Bei was making.
They could only vaguely hear a very rhythmic chopping sound.
He seemed to be cutting meat while also chopping vegetables.
This sound made Feng Nai, who strolled downstairs with a head full of wet locks and a smudge of a smile that did not reach his eyes, ment, “Han Xi, I think I’ve told you before not to make your dark cuisine in the middle of the night. Must we have a repeat of the previous time the entire team ate your food and had no stamina to pete the next day? If we eat the food you make, nobody will be able to play the friendly game tomorrow. We might as well surrender directly. After all, you’re the sixth member of the opponent’s team: poison…”
Suddenly, Feng Nai stopped. He had realized that the person wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen wasn’t Han Xi…
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