Thinking of this, the tears in Cheng Jia's eyes were replaced by genuine joy.
She gazed at Mo Xiuchen with sparkly eyes, asking him excitedly, "Xiuchen, does this mean if I recover from my foot injury, you will marry me? I will definitely recover before the wedding date; then we would not need to delay our wedding."
Mo Xiuchen lifted his hand to massage his temple, looking a bit agitated, "When we get back, just focus on your recovery. Don't think too much."
Cheng Jia's eyes dimmed to see Mo Xiuchen pick up his chopsticks and start eating a small bun.
She pursed her lips in disappointment, picking up her spoon to eat her porridge.
During this breakfast, Mo Xiuchen didn't utter a single word.
Cheng Jia was lost in her thoughts and didn't speak either. The atmosphere was unusually silent.
