You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

As he tried to speak, the waiter just happened to bring up the piping hot porridge and set it in front of them.

He paused and did not continue.

After the waiter left, Joyce used a spoon to pick off the green onion sprinkled on the congee, picked up another bowl, served Justin a bowl of fish fillet congee and handed it to him, "Careful it's hot, but it's quite delicious. I've been here twice, it's all fresh sea fish, it should be to your liking."

Justin was instantly touched, his heart tumbling, his warm eyes slightly moist, she not only remembered his preferences, but also remembered that he could like the taste of green onions, but did not like to eat chopped green onions. He remembered the old days when she always cooked for him, and remembered how she sprinkled green onions for the taste, and then picked them out one by one, and finally gave him dishes that had the taste of green onions but no green onions.

He picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, "Sorry, the heat smokes my eyes a little.”

Joyce didn't care about his actions and served herself a bowl! of porridge as well. She stirred the porridge with a spoon to dissipate the heat and asked, "Just now, what did you have to say?"

women up, I actually just pretended to have sex with them. I... I never touched them." He explained. The matter had been weighing on his mind for a long time, and although it was hard for him, he had to explain it clearly, "I'm sorry for making you sad. I was just trying to be angry with you, trying to stimulate you. I just think that you don't care enough about

finished in one breath, and by the end, could

of her, and he felt incredibly relieved. Joyce's hand stirring the soup spoon paused and looked up at Justin. His deep eyes were like a calm river without a ripple, as if it had been full of endless regret, and they were now looking

after half a

a deep breath, and it's just that... Whether he was putting on a show or actually having sex with another woman, her heart was always hurt and she took all the pressure and suffocation during that painful time that left her

..."

again. I know you're not that kind of person, you don't need to explain anymore." Forgiving didn’t mean a thing now, and she doesn't

"Joyce."

love