Fu Yunhe's live streaming equipment was by all means the most ordinary, yet the cuisine he showcased beneath his lens invariably made Nian Shutong, watching from the other side, feel an urge to salivate.
Nian Shutong lifted her eyes to look at Fu Yunhe, who was serving up dishes, and even this most mundane of tasks seemed to become so pleasing to the eye when he did it.
His every motion, whether opening or closing, lifting high or setting low, appeared casual, but somehow, he made it look graceful.
His physical appearance and the temperament that shone through his soul felt as though he were a different person.
Nian Shutong had wondered if Fu Yunhe, like herself, was an outsider from beyond the skies, but her understanding of interstellar lore made her think otherwise.
Regardless, Nian Shutong confirmed one thing, he was indeed the Fu Yunhe she had known from the start. As for whether he was the original, she didn't know and didn't particularly care.
