They chose a restaurant to eat, but Qu Tan'er was a bit out of sorts, often dazed. Mo Liancheng carefully brought food to her mouth, and she mechanically ate it, eating whatever was offered, even things she normally didn't like.
He raised his eyebrows again and again with resignation.
"Tan'er, they say a married daughter is like spilled water."
"Mm."
"Consider yourself spilled."
"Huh?" What did he mean by that?
Finally, she regained a bit of spirit, blinking her big eyes in confusion and staring at him.
"Ahem!"
Mo Liancheng was slightly embarrassed. Did he say something wrong?
He seemed not very good at comforting people.
Today, time seemed to pass particularly slowly.
At last, afternoon came.
Qu Ruhua's call arrived!
About half an hour later, the two of them appeared in front of a villa.
