Wen Yi avoided Shen Qiyu's gaze, stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, then proceeded to untangle his arms from around her coldly.
Turning around, she picked up the pot of porridge and handed it to him, "Aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat, eat up so you can leave."
She had reverted to the indifference and distance that she once showed towards him.
Shen Qiyu took the bowl and stared at her for a moment; he knew she had just cried.
But he couldn't be too presumptuous, so he sat down and obediently ate his food.
Wen Yi left the room, not daring to face him for too long, afraid she would lose control, afraid she would yearn for the time spent with him.
Stepping out of the room, she only hoped he would finish the food and then leave.
Little did she know, five minutes later, Shen Qiyu came out with an empty bowl and handed it to her, "I'm not full yet."
Wen Yi, "..."
Looking up at him, he resembled an oversized boy, his whole demeanor childish in front of her.
