Soft light scattered around the corners of the living room, creating a faint sense of warmth.
Jian Qing looked at the steaming dishes on the table. They were all her favorites, but she had lost all her appetite.
Quan Jingwu came out from the kitchen with bowls and chopsticks in his hand.
He looked at the woman in the distance, lost in her thoughts. His sexy thin lips drew a firm line.
He walked over, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then pulled out a chair to sit next to her.
"Good girl, have some soup first."
He served a bowl of soup, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her lips.
Jian Qing lowered her head and ate the food that he had fed her.
One fed while the other ate, all without any conversation.
After the meal, Quan Jingwu didn't rush to clean up the table. Instead, he picked her up and walked out of the living room.
As soon as they sat down, the vibrating sound of a phone rang out.
