In the instant he ate that pancake, Luo Fei was captivated by its softness, the ultimate aroma spreading in his mouth, filling his palate.
Even the anger and sadness in his heart couldn't overshadow the deliciousness of the pancake.
But he only thought of it as a tasty pancake.
Yet as he chewed, and as he swallowed it down his throat.
Luo Fei increasingly felt something was wrong.
He thought of that timid woman, who refused to sleep every night unless she saw him.
He remembered the woman who stayed up all night sewing a dress, because she could win rewards from the noble ladies for it. She often said that if she did more, he could be a little less tired.
When he brought his salary home, the woman would look at him as if he were a hero, with adoration in her eyes that only he knew was so profound.
When the woman was pregnant, she would take his hand and place it on her belly, looking at him with hope, saying she carried the genes of his bloodline within her.
