"Achen, I've simmered this soup for a long time, it's made with wild mushrooms..." Fu Qin mentioned carefully, cautiously placing a full bowl of soup in front of him.
Appearing as if she wanted to change her ways.
But Si Chen, looking at those wild mushrooms, seemed as if he was lost in another world.
Unfortunately, no matter how well it's made, it can't replace her, nor is it the taste he's longing for.
Instead, it only adds to the heaviness in his heart, like a giant stone pressing down.
Suddenly, he lost all appetite.
"You don't need to prepare these specially in the future." Si Chen set the bowl down, stood up, and turned to leave, his handsome face under the orange light cold as if it were fine needles, easily piercing the heart.
Fu Qin's breath caught, quickly pushing away her chair to block his path, "Achen, don't you like it?"
