Only the clinking of porcelain could be heard in the quiet room. The chandelier gave a soft glow and lighted up the room.
Hilla looked at the man feeding herself porridge without blinking, and she opened her mouth to eat it up.
"Why are you staring at me?" Bruce asked in a gentle voice.
He was embarrassed and reached out to pinch Hilla's soft face.
Hilla blinked and lowered his head to eat.
Then she whispered, "I'm just afraid that it isn't real."
Although she felt a little pain when Bruce pinched her face, Hilla still worried about it.
She took the bowl from Bruce's hand, ate, and sent a spoonful of porridge to Bruce's mouth.
Bruce took it without a word.
They kept feeding each other food and seemed never to stop. Bruce glanced at Hilla's porridge and asked, "You don't like it?" "Well, yes. It's light." Hilla said so.
Bruce didn't say anything and ate every spoonful of porridge Hilla fed him.
They shared a bowl, and soon the porridge was almost finished.
