"I'm hungry." After a long silence in the room, Cen Jin suddenly touched her stomach and looked up at him with wide eyes. She appeared helpless and fragile, and even a bit pitiful, almost like she was coquettishly pleading.
Jiang Baizhou listened; his originally furrowed brows slightly relaxed and even lifted a bit, bringing a clearer outline to his somber face. There was a hint of subtle joy in his eyes, but his words were more indifferent and reproachful than gentle: "Didn't you have lunch?"
"I did eat, but..." Cen Jin sheepishly smiled, raising her hand to touch her nose. Remembering how distracted she was earlier in the day, she had only taken a few random bites without really eating, and now that she was relaxed and her worries had dissipated, she suddenly felt hungry.
"Hmm?" Jiang Baizhou could see her guilty expression but didn't know the details, so he let out a questioning sound.
