"Fengfeng had me bring over a bowl of fried rice for you, she said... it smells really good," Nan Quanyou was somewhat timid as he placed the bowl of rice on a round table inside. Seeing this, Brother Fu quickly started eating his dinner.
Lin Qiaoyun didn't feel like stopping him, simply saying, "I'll return the bowl to you later."
"Th-that's fine, but..." Nan Quanyou's gaze shifted to Qiaoyun's cold expression. He didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, nor dared to approach her, maintaining a distance that could fit three people between them.
Still, he summoned his courage and said, "The words I said to you last night were probably... too blunt, so I want to, I want to apologize now. I don't know if you could... could you not take it to heart?"
Lin Qiaoyun still stood there, her pride intact, and replied in a disgruntled tone, "Whether I take it to heart or not, does it make any difference in the end?"
"No, it's not the same," Nan Quanyou replied.
