"Do you think I still like him?"
Fu Yi's heart was silently gripped by an invisible hand, his throat stuck as if glued with 502 adhesive, making it hard to swallow or speak, "...I don't know."
Jiang Nuan slowly pried open each of his fingers, stubbornly intertwining hers with his, locking them tightly, and raised her eyes, "If I had no feelings for him, I could easily stay in the country. Do you really think the moon abroad is rounder than at home? You've stayed here for so long too, Mahali doesn't even have a hotpot restaurant, barbecue, silkworm potatoes, grilled squid, skewer incense, stewed goose, spicy crayfish... there's nothing! Why should I stay here?"
She rattled off over twenty kinds of snacks in one breath, seemingly longing for them for a long time.
