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Afterwards, Ling Mu'an stood up to prepare the noodles. Shu Haoran couldn't help but feel warm and reluctant as he watched her in front of and behind her apron. All of these feelings he had for her would be written in his email to her.

"Peace …"

"Eh?"

The water in the pot was boiling and steaming, with the fragrance of small cooked noodles. Ling Mu'an was concentrating on controlling the heat