Don't compare any woman to yourself.

That afternoon was Wen Ran's happiest in recent months.

It was also the day Mo Xiuchen, since his amnesia, felt the most blissful and joyful. Wen Ran introduced him to her flower seedlings and fruit trees, and Mo Xiuchen gently promised to come pick fruit with her here every year.

As the sun set, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran went inside to cook.

Remembering the last time he cut his hand while cooking, Wen Ran's heart tightened, and she involuntarily glanced at his finger.

Noticing her gaze linger on his left finger, the perceptively attentive Mo Xiuchen's eyes flickered, and he lifted his hand to look: "Ranran, why are you staring at my hand? Could it be... you want to eat my flesh?"

Wen Ran laughed, her eyes curving into crescents as she spoke: "Yeah, you even cut the meat for me last time. I'm addicted now; I want more."

"Addicted, Ranran? You sure have a unique taste," Mo Xiuchen chuckled as he held his hand up to her mouth, "Here, bite wherever you like."