Sheng Qianxia still didn't speak.
Gong Beiyao again set the food aside, his body then shaking violently twice.
One hand on the table, the other clutching his stomach, he felt a searing pain in his gut, as if he was about to lose consciousness...
"Gong Beiyao? What's wrong? Gong Beiyao..."
"Do you care about me?" Gong Beiyao, hearing her finally willing to speak to him and despite his face turning deathly pale, still managed a strained smile for her and said happily, "Will you please eat some food?"
Sheng Qianxia bit her lip and stayed silent.
Suppressing the intense pain, he held out a bowl of rice in the palm of his hand, "Come on, open your mouth."
Sheng Qianxia continued to bite her lip.
"It's just eating, Qianqian."
He maintained the same posture.
Finally, Sheng Qianxia opened her mouth slightly, a tear falling from her eye.
She saw the tear drop onto his arm.
