All things in this world are predicated on the assumption that one must be alive.
The so-called favors, the so-called grudges, can only continue if one is alive; otherwise, they are but a speck of dust in the torrent of time.
Tang Yuxin ate her biscuits leisurely. Though she was starving, having not eaten for several days, she did not stuff the biscuits into her mouth.
Perhaps hunger had afflicted her for too long, so long that she had actually forgotten the taste of food.
All she knew was that this was the sweetest water she had ever drunk, and these were the tastiest biscuits she had ever eaten.
"Pearl and jade white jade soup."
She longed to eat this dish, had a deep craving for it. Here, what she often recalled was not something else, but the pearl and jade white jade soup that Gu Ning had once made for her, which was actually just stewed Chinese cabbage with tofu. But she particularly loved that bowl of soup.
"Alright, I'll go back and let you have your fill."
