Shen Xian was acutely aware of the pain of losing a loved one, and she even felt that she could empathize with Gu Chen's sorrow today.
Therefore, their meal was eaten slowly, and they talked a lot, Gu Chen seemed to have completely opened up.
The sky gradually darkened; in Beiji's winter, the days were always exceptionally short.
Shen Xian glanced outside the window, then silently drew her gaze back, looking down at the plates on the table that they had almost finished.
Gu Chen filled their glasses with water again, glancing unintentionally along the path of Shen Xian's gaze.
"Want to eat anything else?" he asked.
"No, no need, I'm already quite full."
Shen Xian waved her hands repeatedly; she truly had eaten her fill.
"Mmm."
Gu Chen gave a satisfied hum, his attractive eyes seemed to see through everything. But no matter what, Shen Xian had calmly and steadily accompanied him to finish the meal, and he was content.
