Jiang Shuya tightly pressed her lips together, but in the face of Eli Shart's concern, she finally said: "I don't want to talk about him, not now or ever."
Eli Shart finished wrapping the gauze on her hand and looked up to catch Jiang Shuya's lowered gaze; combined with her words, he finally confirmed that there was a problem between them.
"What happened between you?" Eli Shart pursued the topic, but only out of friendly concern, definitely not to pry into her privacy.
"Nothing, just don't want to talk about that person anymore." Jiang Shuya withdrew her bandaged finger, sprinkled the chopped green onions onto the noodles, and they looked beautifully garnished.
Eli Shart took two bowls of noodles out, and Jiang Shuya carried one bowl, holding chopsticks.
