"Sure enough, when I went back in to pick up the dishes, that bowl of noodles was eaten clean, even the soup was gone. Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly in bed, the corners of her eyes still bearing tear stains, I quietly walked over and wiped them away.
I'm not a person good with words, nor can I think of comforting phrases. If possible, I'd like to continue caring for her anonymously like this. But, Sister Xiaowan, when will you change your attitude towards me? I don't ask for warmth, but for normality."
Mu Xiangwan still remembers this incident. That day, she had a fight with Zhao Jing, and pulled out a lot of Zhao Jing's hair. Her dad was furious, beating her hard and locking her in her room, even refusing to let her eat dinner. Later, it was Su Chaoyang who secretly made her a bowl of tomato egg noodles.
Thinking of him saying she eats like a pig, Mu Xiangwan muttered under her breath: hmph, you're the pig!
