"Tianyou, have a piece of rib!"
Zhuang Zixin picked up a rib and wanted to put it into Quan Tianyou's bowl, but he moved the bowl away, and the rib fell directly onto the table.
She was instantly awkward and froze there, chopsticks still poised in the position of picking up the rib, while Quan Tianyou continued to dine as if nothing happened.
"Tianyou, why can't you be nicer to me?"
The various cold treatments from Quan Tianyou over the past few days had made her break down in tears. She dropped her chopsticks and choked out, "Tianyou, how did we end up like this? Why? Have you forgotten how deeply in love we once were?"
"Love?"
Quan Tianyou sneered at her, "Zhuang Zixin, hearing the word love from your mouth is a disgrace to love! Your love is too selfish! Because of your love, you harmed another innocent woman! And she's carrying my child!"
