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Chapter 372 I Feel Like an Arrow
It was not until half an hour later, under Nangong Bing's constant urging, that he finally strolled out of the room at a leisurely pace.
Seeing Nangong Bing sitting at the dining table, her delicate eyebrows occasionally furrowed and her expression somewhat desolate, the beautiful jade-like countenance lacked the usual icy and arrogant composure.
Zifeng found it odd. Had she been sleeping poorly recently, or was there something troubling her?
Zifeng walked slowly to the dining table and tenderly handed her the glass of milk. His movements were so gentle, but Nangong Bing held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. There was just a small piece of bread in the bowl that she hadn't touched for a long while. This made Zifeng feel a bit heart sore and regretful. Had the little interlude from earlier actually made Nangong Bing angry?
