Lin Nuan has been here for three days. She is unwilling to stay at home and rest well every day. She wants to walk out of the room to vent her emotions every day. However, when she walks on the street, there are strangers around her, and the sense of gap comes instantly, like the whistling wind, leaving a mess.

Her heart is not full of loneliness and desolation all day long.

The water in the lake had already formed ice at the condensed temperature. On the natural ice skating rink, several children were dancing freely on it wearing skates. Lin Nuan was a little fascinated by the sight.

"Xiao Nuan, let's go home." Yan Ping followed behind her and thoughtfully put on a thin coat for her.

Yan Ping was like coaxing his own child, whispering, "Your health is not yet good, can we go back and rest?"

It has been three days since she arrived in Seattle. Yan Ping followed Lin Nuan like this every day, but she never talked to him. When she was tired, she would find a place to rest by herself. When she was hungry, she would go with the flow. She always liked to try the restaurant she saw for the first time.

Qin Liang originally wanted to send her to the UK where Qin Cheng lived when he was a child, but Lin Nuan miraculously refused. Yan Ping still remembered her rejection of Qin Liang's original words clearly. She said: Since we are going to break up, Qin Cheng is just a piece of scrap iron for me. Since it is all worthless waste, why should I remember it for the sake of?

To be honest, at that moment, a big man admired her, and there was also heartache that was the same as admiration.

The dazzling girl used to be, when she smiled, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and her standard eight teeth gave people a very warm feeling, but now she can never see her again.

At about 12 o'clock local time in Seattle, Lin Nuan finally moved her body against the railing by the lake and faced Yan Ping, "I'm hungry."

This was the first time they had heard her talking to him when they came here. The man was really excited, and the light in his eyes could not be blocked. "What do you want to eat? Can I take you there?"

"There is a good food here, so where can we eat it."

"Okay, listen to you."

Yan Ping came to Seattle when he was studying in the United States and stayed in this city for a month. During that month, he traveled alleys of Seattle and ate all the specialty foods in Seattle. Now he is half a tour guide, Lin Nuan, and his voice is very gentle. The gentleman Ping is talking about Yan Ping.

Yan Ping brought him to a restaurant not far from the lake. He ordered some lighter dishes and handed the menu to Lin Nuan, and asked softly: "Xiao Nuan, order whatever you eat first."

"No, just that." After that, she handed the menu back to the waiter.

This restaurant is washed and cooked in real time, and it took a little longer. Lin Nuan was a little bored and didn't know what she said, so she could only look out the window and stare blankly.

It happened that there was a street painter sketching outside the window. Yan Ping looked at her and got up and went out to communicate with the painter for a long time. Lin Nuan didn't know that Yan Ping had said something to the painter, but soon he brought people in and sat directly on the table next to them. Yan Ping also ordered a meal for him.

"Xiao Nuan, smile, look at her being outlined with your beautiful side face."

Lin Nuan turned around, stared at the painter for a few seconds, and asked in fluent English: "Are you a Chinese?"

The painter smiled and nodded, saying nothing but that, and buried his head and continued to paint Lin Nuan's side face.

Lin Nuan no longer had the mood to appreciate the scenery outside the window for a moment, and became deeply curious about the painter.

If she read it correctly, there would be the same thoughts in her eyes as hers.

The female painter painted a sketch of black and white characters. With just a few strokes, Lin Nuan’s thoughts were outlined on the paper. Each stroke was exhausted, as if the people in the painting would be more vivid.

The female painter quickly handed over the black and white sketches to Yan Ping, and then began to take out a set of colorful pencils from the painting box she carried with her and gently put them in.

The dishes in this restaurant are really delicious. They are different from the traditional dishes in Seattle and have added Chinese characteristics.

When Lin Nuan ate, she felt a little like the smell of home.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Ping wiped the corners of his mouth and asked.

Lin Nuan had no passion and nodded calmly.

Yan Ping didn't care much about Lin Nuan's coldness and continued to say to himself: "The owner of this restaurant is a Chinese. He found love in Seattle many years ago and got married to the boss. However, the boss was not used to the local dishes in Seattle, so the boss tried every means to make delicious food for the boss, and the boss succeeded. Later, the two of them opened this restaurant here together."

"Do you think this story is pretty?"

Lin Nuan was indeed a little surprised, but it was not enough to make her sigh.

Love is like a person drinking water, and you will know the warmth and coldness.

She no longer has the courage to love again.

Ten years ago, she was able to let go of her identity as the eldest lady of the Lin family and kept chasing behind Qin Cheng's butt despite the rumors in the upper reaches of the imperial capital. She had as much courage as she had, and now she was as cowardly as she was.

It's the kind of cowardice that never dares to step out of your heart again.

"Let's go back." Lin Nuan had almost eaten, and she didn't want to continue listening to Yan Ping's story.

Why didn’t Yan Ping know?

but······

If you don’t force yourself, how can you know that there is no future?

"Xiao Nuan, I haven't finished it yet." Yan Ping picked up the fork and continued to insert the salad on the plate, and slowly delivered it to his mouth, "Xiao Nuan, sit down and accompany me."

Lin Nuan didn't know what he wanted to do, but she did it obediently.

Yan Ping didn't say anything anymore, but ate for more than ten minutes. The young female painter handed him the last colorful sketch of the character. Yan Ping said thank you. After paying the money, the female painter carried the painting box and said 'tions' to them (congratulations).

The temperature in Seattle today is very low. After the two of them came out of the restaurant, Lin Nuan was trembling with the wind. The moment Yan Ping put on her clothes, she felt her subconscious dodging.

On the way home, Yan Ping drove the car without saying anything. Until he was about to reach the doorstep, the man suddenly turned the front of the car, and the car was getting farther and farther away from home.

Lin Nuan was anxious, and a look other than calm appeared on her face.

"Yan Ping, where are you going to take me?" Lin Nuan looked at the strange snow white around her, her eyes full of confused colors.

She really didn't understand why he took her to the wedding shop he ran into when he went out on the first day?

Yan Ping has been studying in the United States for many years and his English pronunciation is very good. He is now talking to the waiter in the wedding shop in fluent English. Lin Nuan seems to understand it, but he doesn't seem to understand it.

After a long time, the waiter put out a fishtail wedding dress and stood in front of her, and smiled and said to her, "please."

"Yan Ping, what do you mean?"

Lin Nuan was unwilling to do so, and she kept stopping and refused to move. Yan Ping didn't care. She walked straight to Lin Nuan with two big steps and picked her up. The man's arms were strong and powerful. Lin Nuan had just had a miscarriage and had not recovered yet, and she was fluttering.

Yan Ping frowned, "Eat more food next time, see how thin you are?!"
Chapter completed!