Mo Sichen walked into the restaurant and saw Xia Yunsheng sitting alone. He walked over and said, "Sheng."
Xia Yunsheng lifted her head. She was holding a chicken paw, her mouth covered in oil as she took a bite, but she didn't look unhappy at all.
After the quarrel with Cheng Yanzhi that day, the next day, despite the pain in her leg, she went shopping and continued to do so for two more days. She didn't act like a woman who had been abandoned, complaining about the world and its people.
She ate alone, she shopped alone, and lived blissfully.
Of course, another way to put it would be that she was heartless!
Seeing Xia Yunsheng untroubled and recalling a phone call he had received, Mo Sichen had mixed feelings. He had a premonition that he had been made a pawn in someone else's game.
Xia Yunsheng asked, "Why are you here?"
"Just passing by," Mo Sichen replied. "Take your time eating, I'm leaving first."
If his guess was right, Cheng Yanzhi would arrive soon.
