Luo Yunxuan felt that he might have been a chef before the accident, because even if he had forgotten the past, he could still make delicious dishes based on his instinct.
Wesley leaned against the door, looking longingly at the back of the person busy in the kitchen. Looking at the familiar person and scene, he was slightly dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he was in the East Palace. He had never lost Miles, and Miles's heart and eyes were full of him. There was no power dispute, no separation of life and death, only the peaceful years, wine and simple meals.
The eyes and eyebrows remain the same, and the years remain the same.
That’s enough.
Unfortunately, they were all forced onto a path of no return and were forced to separate.
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