Jiayu could feel Mu Ke's body tense up clearly, but soon, He loosened his grip on her: "I'll go make dinner."
There weren't many ingredients available in the fridge, mostly prepared by Mu Ke. There were no fresh leafy vegetables, so Mu Ke made a Japanese-style thick omelet, stir-fried some dry-fried beef strips, and cooked some rice.
Jiayu sat down across from him. She had already eaten dinner and wasn't hungry, but somehow she still picked up the chopsticks and ate a little.
Mu Ke's cooking was still very good. Jiayu looked at the man across from her and tightly pressed her lips together. When he finished eating and put down his chopsticks, she spoke: "Mu Ke, let's... give it a try."
The man's movements paused, and his cold, dark eyes deeply looked at her.
In that gaze, there was understanding, helplessness, and a complexity that Jiayu couldn't comprehend.
After several seconds, Mu Ke suddenly stood up, disregarding the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed his coat, and walked out.
