Chapter 1043 — A Cake Made with Love
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
In three or four bites Wei Zhao finished off the pastries Feng Xiaoxiao had made, utterly indifferent to their shape or appearance.
"Huh?" Feng Xiaoxiao had never expected Wei Zhao simply to eat them, and froze for an instant.
"Any more?" Wei Zhao asked when he had finished.
"Uh... no. I'll make more tomorrow." Feng Xiaoxiao brightened at once, and as her gaze rested on Wei Zhao it grew softer still. Wei Zhao was moved — and was Feng Xiaoxiao any less so?
Crushed into that state, Feng Xiaoxiao herself would never have eaten them. Yet Wei Zhao had eaten them without a second thought, and when he was done even asked whether she had any more. It convinced her that Wei Zhao was truly, truly good to her. From childhood until now, no one had ever been this good to her; she had never known romance either. To fall headlong into love so suddenly made everything seem so beautiful! If it were possible, she really did not want to die...
She had grown a little afraid. The further things went with Wei Zhao, the heavier Feng Xiaoxiao's heart became. If this continued, the final parting between life and death would surely be unbearable. She did not want it — she did not want to suffer, and still less did she want Wei Zhao to suffer!
The reason she had never made friends or taken a lover before was her fear of grieving on that last day. But now everything had changed. Without quite realizing it, she had friends — Tang Zhi and Shen Yushu were, by any measure, good friends to her — and she had a lover, too. Feng Xiaoxiao could feel it: she and Wei Zhao were walking toward danger, and both of them were ever more deeply drawn in...
Sigh — what on earth was she to do? Feng Xiaoxiao's head ached.
Wei Zhao, for his part, had not thought so deeply. He finished the pastries, washed them down with a couple of mouthfuls of water, then casually tossed the bag into the trash bin a short way off.
"You don't need to get up so early to make these; it's far too much trouble." Wei Zhao was worried about Feng Xiaoxiao's body. She did not have many days left in this world, and to be getting up in the dead of night to bake pastries — was she not simply waiting for her condition to worsen?
"It's no trouble; I'm perfectly happy!" Feng Xiaoxiao shook her head. "Tonight I'll prepare everything, and in the morning I'll only have to bake them. It was only this morning, with nothing ready and everything done on the spot, that it became such a bother..."
Seeing how insistent Feng Xiaoxiao was, Wei Zhao said no more about it. Whatever the effort, it made her happy, and Wei Zhao was glad enough to let her be happy.
"Friday night, the racing event — have you made contact?" Wei Zhao changed the subject.
"Mm, I have!" At the mention of racing, Feng Xiaoxiao perked up again. "I got in touch with the people I used to run with and signed us up! But whatever you do, don't lose — I can't afford to pay two hundred thousand!"
"Heh — don't you trust my skills?" Wei Zhao did not take this sort of grassroots racing event seriously at all.
"It's my car I have no confidence in..." Feng Xiaoxiao said with a bitter smile. "Their cars have all been modified; ours has a small displacement and isn't tuned in the least."