Every time she asked, he would say it was a trivial matter.
Without hesitation, Mu Jin Huan calmly said, "Marriage."
Nan Wan paused her tea-drinking motion and, upon looking up, met those deep and profound eyes.
When the dishes were served, Nan Wan first picked a piece of fresh fish and placed it on Mu Jin Huan's plate, then took a small piece for herself and ate it under his gaze.
Swallowed it down.
The discomfort lingered, but it was better than how she felt last night.
Took a sip of tea to suppress the nausea, looked at the man who hadn't touched his chopsticks, and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
The warm orange light etched Mu Jin Huan's chiseled features.
His serene, deep eyes focused on her, with an emotion deep within that no one else could understand, "If you don't like it, don't force yourself."
