Compared to Luo Xiao, Mo Nanjue was truly difficult to serve and care for. She had no choice but to endure his frequent outbursts, or his disrespectful tossing her aside. When he said one, she couldn't say two, his domineering ways were extreme.
Yet, for some reason, she had actually begun to get used to his overbearing nature.
Now, compared to Luo Xiao's gentleness, she was more accustomed to Mo Nanjue's brutality...
Was she sick?
Luo Xiao sat down opposite her and handed her the chopsticks and spoon, "Eat slowly, don't eat too hot if your stomach is unwell."
Tong Ran nodded and looked up at his bowed head and brows and eyes hidden by his thin fringe. How long had it been since they had sat down and eaten a meal together?
Ever since she had sneaked into Imperial Dragon Mansion, they had never sat down at the same table and had a proper meal...
The scenes that were once so common had vanished bit by bit.
