"Girls should eat more meat when they're growing,"
Zhao Pan, with her delicate face set in determination, refused to eat the food given in pity. She lowered her eyelids and frantically shoveled white rice.
Her long eyelashes captured the light under the lamp.
"Such pride, but even the white rice you're eating is mine."
"There are so many people in the world who can't afford fine white rice in their whole lives; not eating the meat is your loss, not mine." Zhao Douan chuckled and stepped outside.
"Big brother, Paner doesn't understand, please don't be angry with her..."
You Jinhua hurriedly followed him, as humble and careful as ever.
Who knew that she, once said to be born into a great clan as a noble girl, had experienced so much of the world's coldness to become this way?
Inside the dining hall.
Zhao Pan froze for a moment, then slowly lifted her face, pure as a lotus in water, with grains of rice on her cheeks.
