The dining table was very quiet. She must have been very hungry, ceaselessly eating, her cheeks puffed out roundly. However, her eating style was anything but sloppy; instead, it was an elegant and poised sight.
That day, she was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt, in a student uniform. A ribbon bow tied at her collar, neat and tidy. Her straight, long, black hair reaches down to her waist. Looking down, her long lashes flickered.
She was eating very seriously and attentively, continuously biting with her puffed cheeks. She chewed lightly, not daring to make a sound, yet also somewhat cautiously.
She seemed to feel his gaze on her and looked up at him. She didn't move, as if frozen in place.
He also didn't divert his gaze, just watching her like that.
After a moment, she finally blinked, swallowed, and with great uncertainty, asked in a small voice, "Aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat?"
He narrowed his eyes, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat quietly.
