"This is a thank-you gift," Fourth Master Swan said.
He said seriously.
Jeanne's palm... was hot.
She could push the memory to the back of her head.
She could have pretended that nothing had happened.
At this moment, how could she eat properly?
How could she use this hand to pick up food properly?
She moved her palm and broke free from Fourth Master Swan's hand.
That's right.
They did not do it in the end.
It was just that...
She helped him vent a little.
Her palm moved slightly.
There seemed to be some remaining... indescribable… feeling on her palm.
However, the person who started it looked calm and composed. In his pleasant voice, he said again, "Ms.Lawrence, eat more."
Her mind was only filled with the feeling of her palm.
Edward had already picked up his utensils and started eating.
