The noodles were cold and lumped together. He hadn't touched them.
Ji Nuan suspected that he hadn't even looked at the bowl of noodles when she brought it in, let alone touched it or eaten it.
Was he not going to eat her food, even if he were hungry?
Was the ten-year distance between her and him really that hard to cross?
Ji Nuan didn't speak but just stared at the man's back. Then she suddenly walked over, took the cold bowl of noodles, and turned away without saying a word. Unable to suppress her inner anger, she walked out of the study slamming the door shut loudly.
The man's hand on the mouse paused for a moment, but then he went on to working silently.
About ten minutes later, however, the man got up and went out of the study, because he heard an eating sound.
He opened the door, only to see Ji Nuan seriously sitting on the sofa and eating the cold and lumped noodles on the table.
"What are you doing?"
