Feng Yu's body stiffened completely.
Was she disgusted by the meal, or by him?
The meal was personally taught by the kitchen maid, who said it was as delicious as her own cooking.
Su Yan always liked these dishes.
Her taste in food hadn't changed.
So the only thing she could hate was himself.
Did she not want to see him anymore?
Numerous thoughts flitted through his mind, impossible for him to control.
He was hated by her, after all.
This realization made Feng Yu's heart ache dully in waves.
He stepped forward, reached out, and took Su Yan's hand.
Bent down to look her straight in the eyes.
Those deep black eyes were filled with obsession and intense heat.
"You can't, hate me."
He paused for quite some time before uttering such a sentence.
It didn't sound conciliatory or softly coaxing at all, rather it sounded more like a threat.
But alas, Feng Yu had never bowed his head in this life.
How could he say such things?
As he finished speaking, Su Yan remained silent.
