They walked a few hundred meters further and found a small wonton stall in the corner of the overpass. It was already past eleven o’clock, and with only one or two cars occasionally passing by on the roadside, there was no one else around, rendering a silence that chilled one to the bone. The stall owner was a man in his fifties who looked like he was about to close up for the night. When he saw the two approaching hand in hand, he stopped packing up and cheerfully said, "Two bowls of wontons?" Yun Ya turned her head towards Yan Song, "Brother Yan, do you like wontons?" "Do we have any other choices?" Yan Song said helplessly. Yun Ya pulled him to sit on a small stool, smiling sweetly at the owner, "Boss, two bowls of wontons, please." "Coming right up." The owner skillfully set the fire and boiled water, taking out the dough and quickly crafting the wontons. Yun Ya rested her chin on her hand and watched; the dim yellow light from the streetlamps cast a tranquil glow on this quiet little corner of the world. The busy stall owner, the steaming boiler, and the gentle, handsome young man beside her together made up this most beautiful night. "Boss, how much do you earn in one night?" Yun Ya asked curiously, as he was making wontons at a speed that could qualify for a Guinness World Record. The owner’s dark face broke into a simple smile, "It’s just enough to get by, not much money to be made. But apart from selling wontons, I don’t know what else I could do." As he spoke, the owner looked up at the night sky and sighed, "Life is not easy." Those words were laden with so much world-weariness and resignation towards life’s vicissitudes. Yun Ya stared blankly, thinking that everyone living in this world has it hard, with their own troubles and woes. Some may even have a worse life than hers, but she considered herself lucky, for she had Miaomiao and Brother Yan by her side... She held Yan Song’s hand and leaned on his shoulder, gazing at the stars, "Brother Yan, look how beautiful the stars are." Yan Song wrapped one arm around her shoulder from behind and looked up into the night sky. The inky canvas was filled with stars, shining brilliantly and stunningly beautiful. Yan Song turned to look at her, "Yaya." Yun Ya turned, "What’s wrong, Yan... ?" The young man took hold of her chin, forcing her to lift her face, and slowly, he lowered his head, and his cool lips landed on hers, kissing her gently and tenderly, sending a wave of deep tenderness sweeping through Yun Ya’s heart. She had kissed Brother Yan many times before, yet this was the first time it felt so paralyzing, stirring a shallow touch, yet deeply moving her heart. A brief taste, as if savoring the flavor of her lips, the young man’s sharp eyebrows seemed to melt with the spring breeze, softening bit by bit. Stained with the purity and coolness of the night, they were like a touch of white moonlight that moved into the bottom of her heart. Yun Ya watched the handsome face that was close at hand, and in those deep black eyes, she saw her entire reflection. Yan Song raised his long hand to cover her eyes, "You should pay attention when you’re kissing." Her long eyelashes blinked against his palm, tickling slightly. Yan Song chuckled softly and was just about to retract his hand when Yun Ya suddenly wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him again. The two were like a pair of intertwined mandarin ducks, lost in their kiss, both reluctant and inseparable. The cool night breeze passed by their ears, lifting a few strands of hair by their temples, blurring the night even further. "The wontons are ready..." The stall owner came over with two bowls of wontons, paused when he saw the young couple kissing, and then shook his head with a smile. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Yun Ya pushed him slightly, her cheeks flushing with shyness. "Don’t be shy, young lady. I won’t laugh at you," the stall owner said with a grin. The more he spoke, the redder Yun Ya’s face became. Glaring at Yan Song, it’s all your fault. Yan Song could only shrug helplessly, "Blame me then." Yun Ya took a bite with the spoon, finding the wontons smooth and tasty, "Delicious." "They’re even better than the delicacies I’ve had at five-star hotels. Why is that, Brother Yan?" Yan Song glanced at her, teasing, "Aren’t you aware of who you’re dining with?" Yun Ya pouted, "Always so full of yourself." Seeing that Yan Song’s bowl was quickly emptying, Yun Ya felt a pang of concern, wondering how long he had been hungry. She picked all the wontons from her bowl into his, "I’m not hungry, you eat them." After trying two, she was already full. When Yan Song’s bowl was empty once more, Yun Ya said to the owner, "Another bowl, please." Yan Song put down his spoon, "No need, I’m full." "But you’ve eaten so little..." Yan Song laughed, "Eating too much at night is bad for the stomach." Yun Ya thought about it and agreed, then she told the owner, "Never mind then." Yan Song took out a hundred-dollar bill, placed it on the table, reached for Yun Ya’s hand, and prepared to leave.