Xia Xiaonuan stood in front of him, looking at his calm demeanor, her lips twitched.
But she unexpectedly noticed that his hand was wrapped in a bandage, making his actions to pick up food somewhat laborious.
Yet it did not seem to affect his appetite, as he ate with great relish.
Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
How did Nangong Yaoling get injured?
Could it be... because of what happened last night?
A trace of unease rose in her heart.
"Nangong Yaoling, what I said last night was just a moment of anger, you... you don't have to take it to heart..."
His actions of picking up food paused slightly.
Nangong Yaoling continued shoveling food into his mouth, and then suddenly stopped a moment later.
The corner of his lips raised a cold smile, and he spoke lightly, "I think it wasn't just a moment of anger, but something you've been hiding in your heart all along, right?"
Xia Xiaonuan bit her lower lip.
