"That's what you said." Long Xiliang's expressionless face suddenly revealed a bit of seriousness.
"If you're not by my side, I won't eat properly."
Lu Xiaoyou laughed, "You're so childish."
After half a year apart, meeting Long Xiliang again felt like the man had unleashed all the childishness and stubbornness he had kept in check since childhood, directing it at her.
He felt insecure about her.
He hid things from her.
He's like a drowning man in the ocean, unable to swim.
Clutching tightly onto Lu Xiaoyou like a lifeline, even if it meant dragging her underwater, he refused to let go.
Long Xiliang turned his head away, no longer speaking, his gaze falling on the empty bowl in front of him.
Lu Xiaoyou rose, taking away the bowl and chopsticks from in front of him. She entered the kitchen and placed them in the sink.
She turned on the faucet, rinsing the dishes.
Long Xiliang sat by the dining table, glanced sideways, watching Lu Xiaoyou's silhouette in the kitchen.
