"I remember, you liked the food I cooked." Zhou Yinghuai rose, paying no more attention to the mess around him. His eyes fell on Jiang Tan's face, commanding in their indifference and cold severity, subtly imposing a radiating aura of authority. "Has Tantan ceased to enjoy it?" Zhou questioned apathetically.
His tone was gentle, even tender, yet Jiang Tan sensed a sliver of chilling hostility beneath his controlled facade.
Yes, she, Jiang Tan, was in the midst of happiness yet unaware of it; she had failed to grasp the kindness expressed.
"I don't like it anymore," Jiang Tan replied calmly, "People change, Zhou Yinghuai. I am no longer that person who gets touched by trivial things such as meals."
Zhou Yinghuai still looked at Jiang Tan with a calm expression. Jiang Tan's words were harsh, but given the circumstances, there was nothing he was unwilling to bear. He was ready to endure anything.
