Luna's shaking hand slipped the photo into the box; her pale face ignited Yi Chen, who was preparing the ingredients on the kitchen counter, to question her, showing her concern toward her health state.
"Do you feel unwell? If you are not fit enough, we better not continue the cooking. Besides, I forgot to buy beef."
Straightening from her seat and taking some steps toward Yi Chen, Luna asserted that there was nothing she had to worry about. "It's fine. We can make La Ji Zi. I want to eat spicy food today."
"Let me check if the chicken is available in the fridge."
As the cooking activity occupied them, Luna was often caught standing silently as though having many things she pondered in her head; she did, but the picture of her father with that unknown man bothered her.
