Xuan Ying put his hands in his trouser pockets and his dark eyes fell on her delicate little face.
He didn’t seem to have rested much the whole night. His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.
He stood there and looked at her silently.
Xia Ling didn’t want to see him at all now. She had made up her mind last night to forget about him and start a new life.
She looked away, took a small plate and picked up a small piece of cake.
Soon, a deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears. Xuan Ying came. “Don’t eat cake early in the morning. It’s cold. Have a bun.”
Xuan Ying took a small cream bun and placed it on her plate.
“I don’t want it!”
Xia Ling pushed his big palm away, turned around and left.
She did not want his little mantou.
Xuan Ying froze on the spot and put the mantou into his mouth. This little cream mantou was supposed to be sweet, but he could taste the bitterness in it.
