It had been a morning since Xu Xiu's departure, and there was still silence. Although Zhou Cheng knew she had a full day's work and couldn't return until she was done, his heart was still filled with pain and bitter tears.
In the past month, this was the first time that she had been this far, this long away from him.
There wouldn't be any problems, right?
After giving it a thought, Zhou Cheng quickly dispelled that notion. Upon the arrival of the lunch-serving hour, he rushed to get his lunch.
The line wasn't long, but the man distributing the food was poking and prodding at what he was serving. When it finally got to Zhou Cheng's turn, almost an hour had already passed.
"Next."
With a piece of bread no larger than a palm thrust into his hand, Zhou Cheng was rudely pushed aside by the impatient server, who immediately turned with a smile to serve the woman behind him.
