Nan Sichen stood at the restaurant door, silently watching her for a while, then said in a faint voice, "It seems that without me here, you can't even eat your meal."
Qin Yin turned around and saw him; his face was haggard, and his gaze was coldly fixed on her, as if trying to see through her.
Seeing him made her heart stir, and she wanted to stand up, but ultimately, she suppressed the urge and sat still, putting down her chopsticks, and asked, "Why are you here?"
She looked at him carefully, trying to see if he had been drinking.
"I came to pick up some personal belongings." Nan Sichen walked a few steps forward and stopped at the dining table.
He looked at the dishes on the table, all of which were Qin Yin's favorites, yet she barely touched them today.
He sat down, and a servant served him a bowl of rice and brought chopsticks.
Qin Yin stared blankly at this scene; everything was so natural, just like every time before, yet they were already divorced...
