Song Sheng just crawled out from under the table, trembling as he picked up his chopsticks and began eating again. This time he ate slower, but it was still perplexing.
Noticing that Ye Huang was watching him eat, Song Sheng stopped and asked, bewildered, "Aren't you eating?"
"I'm... not hungry," Ye Huang said.
"Huh!" Song Sheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, looking at Ye Huang, "I suddenly realize, I look a bit like you."
Ye Huang's heart inevitably ached.
He and Ye Li were born twins, naturally similar.
"But I really don't know you." Song Sheng picked up his cup.
"Catch him! Quick!"
A group of people ran past the window, Ye Huang instinctively turned to look. When he looked back, Song Sheng had already put down the cup, the water inside untouched.
Ye Huang's gaze imperceptibly darkened.
"Are you guys gangsters?" Song Sheng awkwardly tried to make conversation.
Ye Huang said, "No."
