Su Qianxun stood up and put down the hot-water bottle. She was worried that he would get angry again and said, "My hands are fine. You should start eating."
Su Qianxun was about to place the plate in front of him, but Long Sijue suddenly slapped her hand away. He did so with force and due to his abnormally great strength, his slap hurt her greatly. The young woman immediately looked up at him. Tears almost flowed down her cheeks.
"I'm not eating. I lose my appetite at the sight of you!" Long Sijue said expressionlessly and strode out of the dining hall.
Su Qianxun's hand, which was still holding the plate, froze. There was a sharp pain and a sense of suffocation in her chest. 'Does he really hate me this much? He hates me so much that he couldn't eat at the sight of me?'
Su Qianxun suppressed the urge to shed tears. She put down the plate slowly, turned around and ran out of the dining hall in a flustered manner.
