Huang Xiaojue stared at her, his mind clear. This chill between them hadn't formed overnight. He didn't know when she'd started to be so guarded, no longer taking for granted that 'what's yours is mine.' Had he failed to give her enough security? Or was it his mother's warnings, laced with mockery sharper than any knife?
The Huang family's dinner was sumptuous. Father Huang had pulled out all the stops, preparing nearly ten dishes, both large and small. Mother Huang was very pleased. "Our family of three hasn't had dinner together in so long! Son, you must eat more. Look, you've lost so much weight recently; you need to build yourself up."
Huang Xiaojue put down his chopsticks. "Mom, I want to ask you for a favor."
Mother Huang felt a little uneasy. "What is it, son?"
"I really like Xixi, and we're definitely going to get married. If she were to break up with me, I don't think I could find happiness for the rest of my life..."
Mother Huang's expression changed.
