"I need to go on a business trip tomorrow." Mo Han stared intensely into An Luxia's eyes, catching any movement. In her bright and round eyes, he noticed a quick flash of disappointment, or was it. . . nervousness?
An Luxia looked down and shrugged, "Oh, okay. . . How long are you going for?"
She reached over to pick up a small piece of cucumber, but no matter how many times she tried, the cucumber kept on slipping through her chopsticks. She finally sighed and gave up, turning to eat from the other dishes, avoiding Mo Han's eyes.
"Possibly. . . A long time." After saying this, Mo Han noticed An Luxia's hand holding the chopsticks freeze for a second before it continued to move.
An Luxia smiled a little crookedly, "What's happening? Why are you going. . . where are you going?"
