As he meticulously picked out dishes for her, Qinghe was still not over her shock. His savage way of eating once again challenged her understanding. Remembering Mu'er's refined and graceful way of eating, and then looking at the person in front of her who seemed to be devouring the food like he hadn't eaten in three days, for some reason, it pained her to watch.
Weisheng Yueren's chopsticks paused as he was about to put food into his mouth, and he looked at her in confusion, seeing her stare straight at him. A flicker of pain flashed through his clear, dark eyes, causing him to be slightly taken aback. But upon closer inspection, there was nothing, as if the moment before had been an illusion.
After a long while, Weisheng Yueren lowered his head and continued eating, perhaps feeling that his eagerness to eat was too crude, which was why Qinghe had been staring at him, so this time his pace was noticeably slower.
