Zhou Yinghuai let go of Jiang Tan's hand. Calmly, he picked up a bite of noodle, which had already become a clump, and started eating in front of her.
Jiang Tan had no words to say, just watching as Zhou Yinghuai ate up an entire bowl of noodles without any change in his expression.
"I am comfortable living here and eating here, Jiang Tan. Except for the feeling of your absence, I can adjust to everything else," Zhou Yinghuai stood next to Jiang Tan and extended his hand towards her, "Let's go."
The walkway in the noodle shop was narrow. Jiang Tan looked at the long, handsome hand in front of her. It was Zhou Yinghuai's hand.
Her throat hurt, carrying an inexplicable heat. Eventually, she blinked her eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Zhou Yinghuai, there's no need for you to accommodate to please me this way."
Zhou Yinghuai didn't respond, he bent over, pulling Jiang Tan up from the seat.
The two of them ran into the restaurant owner as they were leaving.
