She looked down with her red lips heavily biting into her own.
Standing still, hesitating and then hesitating some more, she never reached out her hand.
Not until the man in the restaurant called out to her, "Huanhuan."
"Okay, I'm coming."
She took a deep breath, picked up a spoon, and stirred it slowly several times, bringing out more white steam, before finally, carefully lifting it and walking to the dining table outside, where she placed it in front of him.
"It shouldn't be hot now. You eat first, I'll go get a bowl for myself."
Mo Shiqian looked up at her.
Chi Huan pursed her lips, "What is it?"
His voice sounded gentle and indifferent, "You seem preoccupied."
As a highly acclaimed actress, how was it that in his presence she was always seen through so easily?
"I'm afraid... the taste isn't good."
The man chuckled, "I will swallow it down."
Chi Huan turned back to the kitchen and filled a bowl for herself.
