After all, when you are under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.
Plus, she did feel somewhat guilty. The bread and coffee were her favorites, so she had to endure the shame and accept the train conductor's criticism.
Still, she held onto a sliver of luck in her heart.
After all, this was the dining car, a public area, where someone might come by at any moment.
Even if Su Huan were worse, would he force her to eat here?
...
Everyone has different eating habits. Take eating bread, for instance; Su Huan didn't like the outer crust, finding its texture poor.
Leaning against the cabinet, Su Huan picked up the bread and leisurely tore off the ginger-colored crust, revealing the clean, soft crumb inside.
Watching him waste food so blatantly, Yu Yue's almond eyes widened, and her shoulders slightly shrank.
The noonday sun poured through the blast-proof mesh, glaringly bright.
Accompanied by the train's shaking, the red fruit inside the bread quivered.
