Qin Yin felt as if her heart were being raised up, the discomfort was agonizing. She had no idea what Nan Sichen was thinking. He had shown signs of rage just moments ago, but then, he suddenly reined it in, assuming such an indifferent demeanor.
She remained silent, and as Nan Sichen placed the bowl on the table, the porcelain struck the surface with a 'bang.' Although the sound wasn't very loud, it made Qin Yin's heart tremble.
She had never seen Nan Sichen like this before.
Never.
In the past, no matter how indifferent or cold he was, he was always considerate and gentle with her, allowing her to understand what he was thinking. But now, she had no clue what was on his mind or what he wanted.
Nan Sichen continued to eat the glutinous rice balls, still with graceful poise, behaving deliberately and unhurriedly.
Qin Yin sat opposite him, deep in thought for a long time before finally speaking up, "Nan Sichen, can you not be like this, please?"
