"Why are you looking at me? If you keep staring, it'll all melt away." Polly Sutton signaled him to eat quickly; otherwise, he'd miss out on the joy of eating shaved ice.
Victor Parker took a bite, reverting to his own opinion. It was indeed junk food, and he couldn't understand why she loved it so much.
Seeing his reaction, Polly Sutton knew how much he disliked it. She took the hawthorn soup over directly, "If you don't eat, I will. You might as well not be alive."
Victor Parker leisurely wiped his hands, "At least you truly live; you eat everything, worthwhile or not."
The two wandered the night market for a while, but as there were too many people taking photos, they had to return to the hotel early.
However, this time back at the hotel, Polly Sutton felt the corridor lights weren't as frightening as before. She couldn't pinpoint what had changed, but something definitely had.
