Qi Fang has grown up, and apart from having breakfast with his parents, he hasn't dined with anyone else, especially women, not even his closest friend Beibei or his godfather's daughter Zhiyuan.
Now, he finds himself sitting at the same table having breakfast with a woman he has only known for a few days.
The person opposite him eats very meticulously, without speaking, not a scrap of food is wasted, yet she keeps gazing longingly at the coffee near his hand.
"Your gunshot wound, hasn't healed, so I didn't prepare coffee for you." Qi Fang pushed the juice in the middle toward her. "Drink this instead!"
Ye Shuilan was taking a bite of toast and choked upon hearing this, staring at him dumbfoundedly.
Qi Fang, with utmost gentleness, continued slicing his toast, completely ignoring her.
Ye Shuilan lowered her head and glanced at the cup of orange juice, no one had ever cared about her injuries.
Three bites and she was done, Ye Shuilan drank some water, and sat waiting.
