She glanced downwards at the injured bag and saw, as expected, soup and vegetable juices seeping out. Walking straight to the trash can, she threw the food inside, and when she turned around, she saw the man's expression darken like stormy waters.
"You brought this for me and just threw it straight into the trash can? Did you even ask for my opinion?" The man's ominous gaze fixed on her, and in his deep, pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if anger was brewing, as if the next second, he might pounce and tear into her violently.
Her expression unchanged, she walked over to the sofa in the hospital room and sat down, picking up a magazine she had brought and left there the day before. Speaking indifferently, she said, "Isn't there still some left? The food I brought probably got messed up earlier, and you likely wouldn't have eaten it anyway. Someone else brought you homemade food, don't waste their good intentions."
"Ning Wan!"
