Rong Ye sat on the ground, silently chewing on a potato.
A huge bump decorated the center of his forehead like a shiny mountain peak. His usually handsome face was now twisted with pain and regret. He didn't even dare to look at Su Qinglan, just stared at the potato in his hands like it had wronged him in another life.
He looked miserable. Utterly, hopelessly miserable.
Su Qinglan stood nearby, nonchalantly peeling a bowl of potatoes. Her expression was calm. She looked like she was preparing a royal feast...except the "royal guest" was a man who had barged into her cave without knocking and had seen… well, more than he should have.
"Here," she said finally, tossing another potato into his bowl. "Eat. Maybe it'll heal that bump."
Rong Ye flinched slightly, then accepted it with both hands like a starving beggar. He didn't even try to defend himself.
Silence.
Only the sound of him chewing.
He didn't dare speak. Didn't dare glance at her. Didn't even dare breathe too loud.
