The steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of Beiming Han. His large hands slowly cradled the bowl. It was very hot, yet it felt heartwarming.
"You may leave now." Beiming Han's voice was hoarse.
"Alright." Aunt Zhou turned and left.
Beiming Han picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles. The taste was still so good, but it only made him feel more miserable, and tears fell into the bowl in large drops.
...
After breakfast, Gu Qingxin wanted to go to the hospital, but she was stopped by the bodyguards when she left the villa.
Gu Qingxin looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"Miss, please go back. The young master has ordered that without his permission, you are not allowed to step out of the villa."
"Is he trying to imprison me?" Gu Qingxin took two steps back, her legs felt weak, and her lips were pale. She and he had finally come to this point.
The two bodyguards lowered their heads, saying nothing.
