"I'm not eating." Xia Ruoxin left the man's line of sight and returned to her room. She lay on the bed, gripped with her fingers, and pulled her blanket up forcefully.
At this point, a big warm hand landed on the top of her head.
"No matter what, you've got to eat."
Xia Ruoxin felt tears build up in her. She remained silent, not wanting to eat.
Chu Lui sighed gently. He walked out. When he returned, he was holding a bowl of the noodles that he had just made. He pulled the blanket down and caressed her pale face.
"Ruoxin, get up and have some food before you sleep, please?"
Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes. Her clear eyes had a sadness lingering.
"I don't want to eat noodles," she repeated. She did not feel like eating anything.
"Have a bite first." Chu Lui pushed the noodles forward. "Just a bite." He cajoled. "It's not good for your stomach. Gastric pains are hard to deal with.
