Lin Feiyuan found this breakfast profoundly disheartening.
Across from him, the pair was peeling an egg for one another, ladling out rib soup, licking porridge off a spoon, and picking up mini meat buns for each other. Although there wasn't much chatter, an unspoken familiarity and warmth pervaded, making anyone who saw them feel too full to eat another bite.
Despite a table laden with a rich breakfast, Lin Feiyuan felt it all tasteless due to his heavy heart.
If there had been the slightest bit of reluctance left in him this morning, it had now vanished into thin air. The newlyweds seemed content and happy, whereas he was utterly alone. He felt that if he continued to dwell on it, he would be an idiot.
He really couldn't force himself to eat any more, so he slowly put down his chopsticks, "Helmsman, young Marquis, please continue to enjoy your meal at your leisure."
Yan Qing finally afforded Lin Feiyuan a glance, his smile teasing, "Young Master Lin, you haven't eaten much."
