Deep feelings, emotions deeply felt with no regrets...
Jie Kong inexplicably felt a burning anger, as these few adjectives pricked him with extreme discomfort.
Jie Kong flipped the lunch box, "Get out!"
Sun Qing watched with a hidden shock: Thankfully he took out the osmanthus cake and osmanthus soup, or else spilling them would have been too regrettable.
Sun Qing quickly rolled away.
Jie Kong sat in the room, picking up a piece of osmanthus cake that smelled sweet and delicious, and put it in his mouth.
Soft, glutinous and long-lasting texture, refreshing and sweet, melts in the mouth, not at all cloying.
Truly delicious.
But Jie Kong inexplicably grew more fiercely upset, his mind then recalling the faces of her children, so resembling his own.
Really infuriating!
