Eva was petrified. She felt as if she had encountered a cold current from the north pole and his whole body had been frozen. The good impression of Jim just disappeared.
Jim picked up the fork again and began to eat the noodles gracefully. The fragrance spilled from the plate and filled every corner of the room. From time to time, he stole glances at Eva, watching the covetous expression on her face.
Eva stood aside, staring blankly. Her heart was like hundreds of horses galloping and trampling, and thousands of daggers piercing and tearing. It was not because that she was too desirous to eat, but because the deepest shadow in her childhood was stirred up.
"Take your time. I'm going back to the hotel." Then she turned around and walked outside.
"It's ten degrees below zero outside." Jim's voice came from behind. The heaven pepper was the most afraid of cold.
"It doesn't matter," Eva said stubbornly and didn't stop.
