He couldn't help but let out a low sigh, feeling the heavy weight on his chest slightly lighten.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Mabel Quinn closed the book in her hand and stood up, saying, "I was afraid you hadn't eaten, so I left some dishes for you. They're still warm."
"Alright, I'll have some," he replied, even though he wasn't particularly hungry. But knowing it was the meal she had saved for him, he felt an inexplicable urge to eat.
"Wait a moment," she said, walking into the kitchen and then bringing out the still-warm dishes and rice to the table.
He ate the meal bit by bit, slowly and not consuming much.
"Kyle, do you have something on your mind?" Mabel suddenly asked.
His chopsticks paused suddenly as he looked up at her, "Do you think I have something on my mind?"
