Xuxu trembled in shock and when she raised her head to look at him, he had already stood up and walked out of the dining room.
She stole a glance at his bowl. He had only taken a few mouthfuls of rice and hardly touched the dishes.
Why did he suddenly throw his temper?
Was he so sick of her to the extent that he no longer wanted to share the same table with her for meals?
Sigh. How long more could their relationship go on if they had to continue living in such a state?
…
After dinner, Xuxu drove a white Mini Cooper—a car that she seldom drove— out from the garage and left the house.
Today's weather was gloomy and the temperature seemed to have plunged by a few degrees all of a sudden.
Steadily, she stopped the car by the roadside, carried her bag and alighted from the vehicle. She headed towards her grandfather's clinic.
"Sister Xuxu."
