Xiao Yu picked up the knife and fork, listlessly cutting the foie gras on her plate. Rather than cutting, it was more like she was stabbing it.
Gong Ting saw her stabbing the foie gras beyond recognition. He put down his knife and fork, reached out to take away her plate, and stared at her unhappily, "You went to the bathroom and lost your soul. Anyone who didn't know might think you saw a ghost."
He placed the plate in front of himself, slowly cut the foie gras into small pieces, and then put it back in front of her. "Eat up, don't waste such good food."
Xiao Yu glanced up at him. In some moments, Gong Ting could be quite gentlemanly, but she knew why they were together, so she never dared to covet him.
But Big Brother Fu, he was the white moonlight in her heart. Now that she felt so tainted, how could she be worthy of him?
She lowered her head and ate, but the tender foie gras tasted like wax in her mouth. She didn't know why, but a sudden urge to cry overcame her.
