Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes, his tone returning to indifference, "So, bury that thought of breaking up over this."
Chi Huan looked at him, unable to say a word.
"Continue eating, the food is getting cold."
"Oh."
A beat too late, Chi Huan could only muster a simple response.
As she was looking down and eating, she suddenly remembered something and looked up at him, "Why aren't you eating?"
Mo Shiqian looked down at her small face, his lips slightly curling into a gentle smile, which softened his expression quite a lot. He hummed an acknowledgment before finally picking up his chopsticks.
They ate across a small, inconvenient table.
......
After the meal, the man cleaned up while Chi Huan took a quick shower.
Then she lay back on the bed.
When Mo Shiqian returned to the bedroom, he saw her lying on her side on the bed, not reading a book or watching videos on her iPad, just staring out the window as if lost in thought.
