Feng Xuan was trying to tell herself that everything was fine. As much as normal went, she got down into the kitchen and pulled out a knife and started cutting. This would be the first time in a long time that she would using a knife that would not cut into human flesh.
It felt like it had been ages since she last cooked. It almost felt like it wasn't her kitchen. They hadn't been able to stay in this house since… she could not even keep track of everything that was happening in her life.
To be honest, she was getting tired with their current lifestyle. If this was what it meant to be a protagonist in an action film, then she wouldn't want to take part in it. It was hard living a life that was always on the run.
She was already pulling out the tray from the oven when Qing Chen finally went down. He had taken a long shower, probably still thinking about his mother.