Fengjiu pursed her lips and smiled: "I find you very pleasing to the eye." The years are so peaceful, and the days are peaceful but sweet. All of this is hard-earned.
Listening to her words, Xuanyuan Moze's black pupils also showed a smile. He put the soup in his hand on the table, reached out and held her hand in his, interlaced his fingers, and said in a low voice with a hint of pampering and affection: "There is still a long time, you can enjoy it slowly."
"Well, there's still a long way to go!" She responded softly, and watched him push the bowl of soup in front of her, then she picked it up and took a sip.
"How is it? Is it still hot?" Xuanyuan Moze asked.
"No, it's just right." This is a nourishing stew. She drinks a bowl of it every morning and evening for the past few days. During this period of time, she feels that she has gained more than one circle of weight.
After finishing the soup, he handed it to Qin Xin who was waiting beside him, and then he took out a small package from his sleeve.
"What?" She leaned over to look.
"Sugar lotus seeds."
Xuanyuan Moze opened the small paper bag in his hand and said, "Didn't you say you were tired of drinking soup every day? I specially asked someone to buy some candied lotus seeds. Eat one or two after each bowl of soup."
As he spoke, he poked one with a bamboo stick wrapped in a paper bag and handed it to her lips: "Try it."
Fengjiu felt sweet in her heart, with a smile on her face. She glanced at him, then opened her mouth and ate the candied lotus seeds. The fine sugar powder and the fragrance of the lotus seeds were so sweet and delicious that she couldn't help but squint her eyes.
"It's delicious." Seeing that he was about to put it away, she said, "Just keep it for me. I can eat it when I'm free."
"Don't eat too much normally, one or two once in a while is fine, so I'll keep it!" Xuanyuan Moze said, and gave her another one, then said: "Do you want to go back and sleep for a while?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said with a smile, "You're going back to sleep after just drinking a bowl of stew? Aren't you afraid that I'll become so fat that you won't be able to recognize me in the future?"
Xuanyuan Moze couldn't help but chuckle: "I could recognize you even when your face was completely ruined. You just got fatter. How could I not recognize you?"
Hearing his words, Feng Jiu was slightly startled, and said softly: "Yes! You can recognize me back then. Looking back, I didn't realize that so many years have passed. We have encountered quite a lot of things in these years."
She lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Whenever I feel happy that we can be together now, I will think of Mo Chen who has passed away, and I always feel that I owe him."
Hearing her mention Mo Chen, Xuanyuan Moze's eyes flashed, and he thought of the scene during the battle. At the moment when Nalan Mochen was dying and about to disappear, she called out the name.
"We all owe him."
Xuanyuan Moze said, holding Fengjiu's hand, "But he also hopes that we will be happy, and that you will be happy. This is also his wish. Now that he is gone, we should live a good life. Only when we are happy will we not let down everything he risked his life for us."
Feng Jiu raised her eyes and looked at him, staring into his black pupils for a long time before nodding: "Well, you are right. Even if he is gone, we will never forget him."