"Cough!"
Choked by the smell of smoke, Ning Xiaofei couldn't help but cough out loud.
Ning Xiaofei hurried in, placing the bowl of soup on the table under the light coming from the door, opened the balcony's partition door, and opened several windows before she turned back to approach Mu Tianye, softly asking, "Would you like some soup?"
Putting out his cigarette in the ashtray, Mu Tianye spoke indifferently, "Don't worry about me, go eat... Don't mind what happened just now, I believe she forced you."
The man's face was indistinct in the dim light, his contours barely visible.
Ning Xiaofei didn't speak, stepped forward, and embraced his shoulders, bending down to gently hold his head and neck.
Having grown up in a single-parent family herself, she knew all too well the taste of lacking love and could understand his feelings. She had no power to change the past, but she wanted to give him a bit of warmth in this way.
