When the plate in the woman's hands dropped because of the shock, Luo Ziling, as if possessed by gods, rushed forward with quick reflexes and caught the falling plate.
The plate was hot, so hot that he almost cried out.
He quickly put his other hand under it too, and after holding each side of the plate with both hands, it finally stopped burning.
What satisfied him greatly was that not a single bit of the food on the plate had spilled.
He hurried to place the plate on the dining table.
While setting the plate down, Luo Ziling quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
After wiping away the rolling tears, he slowly turned around, with reddened eyes, to face that woman.
Ling Ruonan had already been crying uncontrollably, her tears cascading down like a breached dam.
But she tried to force a smile, yet she couldn't bring herself to do so.
