Chuzheng let him fuss for a while, went to the car to get some food, and fed him.
Bei Chi always disliked these foods, eating them as if his parents had died.
But when Chuzheng ate, he would come over and snatch it.
It seemed like the food she ate tasted better.
Chuzheng couldn't figure out what his problem was, though she knew if Bei Chi didn't want to eat something, she could feed it to him indirectly.
Even if he hated it, he wouldn't spit it out, he'd chew it a couple of times and swallow it.
After eating, Bei Chi lay in Chuzheng's arms and began to rest.
Chuzheng: "..."
Eat and sleep, might as well be raising a pig.
Chuzheng found something to cover him and looked up at the sky.
The golden sunlight spilled down, the whole world seemed to be coated with a layer of golden radiant halo.
The wilderness was silent, wild grasses rippling with waves.
Chuzheng lowered her head to glance at Bei Chi, her fingertips tracing his outline.
