"I'm going to stay in the house. Didn't you say you wanted to learn cooking? I asked Rong Ma to teach you." Gu Chengfeng's tone has been reduced a lot. It's not as cold as before.

if the snow is drooping, the long eyelashes are quivering, "you can arrange it."

Gu Chengfeng looks at Yan Ruoxue and asks her, "do you have any objection?"

"No." Yan Ruoxue looks out of the window. There are lots of traffic outside. It's still bustling, but the cold eyes are full of gloom. We can't find too many emotions.

the deep pool of eyes shrank, Gu Chengfeng held a breath in his heart, but...