Lin Zhaonan watched Lin Gantang sitting at the dining table picking at her rice, with reddening corners of her eyes and an uneasy demeanor, recalling how she had cried uncontrollably when she first came back, he felt that things might not be as simple as she had said.
It wasn't until that night, after Mr. Lin had gone to bed early, that Lin Zhaonan, observing the light seeping through the crack of Lin Gantang's room door, knocked on her door.
After a while, Lin Gantang came to open the door.
"You didn't eat much tonight. I asked Auntie Zhang to make some noodles. Why don't you go down and have a few bites?" Lin Zhaonan asked.
Lin Gantang, who lacked appetite and was listless, replied, "I'm not hungry."
"Have some. Otherwise, you'll be too hungry to sleep at midnight."
Lin Zhaonan forcibly pulled her out, and Lin Gantang had no choice but to follow.
