But, he genuinely didn't like to eat it.
Back then, as soon as he scrunched his brows, not wanting to eat, she would blink her big eyes at him: "I only share things I like with you."
She would stretch out her small tender hand to feed him.
Helpless, he would eat it.
Back then, shoulder to shoulder, watching TV, chatting.
She had a lot to say, he never seemed to mind.
It's just that, he spoke very little, very little.
She could never figure out what was on his mind, she tried to ask him once, "Mr. Cheney, do you dislike girls who talk a lot? Do you think they're particularly annoying?"
He would only respond lightly with two words: "Not really."
What does "not really" mean?
She was stupid and couldn't figure it out, so she didn't ask anymore.
If it weren't for her breaking all their unspoken rules three years ago, maybe she would've gradually grown up.
Graduating from high school, university, joining a company, working, getting married.
