Zhi Wei spoke while observing Gu Kai's reaction.
Seeing that he showed no unusual signs, a gentle smile spread across her face as she picked up a bowl to serve him soup, deliberately changing the subject, "Is the soup I made today tasty?"
"It tastes good."
Gu Kai's brows relaxed, his expression lazy, warm, and elegant.
"If you like it, I will often make it for you in the future."
Zhi Wei's smile grew even brighter as she handed the soup to Gu Kai, who accepted it graciously and said softly, "No need, let the maid handle making soup."
"It's all right, I enjoy doing it."
Zhi Wei felt a warmth in her heart, her smiling eyes unintentionally softened with a tenderness unique to a woman in love.
Gu Kai's words were touching and sweet to her ears.
So much so that her voice became even gentler than before.
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