"I don't want to eat. I have no appetite." Fu Li felt uncomfortable and could not eat at all.
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you, okay?" Tang Yin put down the corn porridge. "Do you remember? You used to like to eat corn porridge. Can I make that for you tonight?"
"Tang Yin, are you pitying me?" Seeing Tang Yin treat him so well, after the initial joy, huge anger arose in Fu Li's heart.
Only when he was about to die would Tang Yin treat him so well, and when he was alive, Tang Yin only thought of how to push him away.
"Fu Li, I've never pitied you before. You don't need my sympathy either." Tang Yin looked up. Her eyes, which had always been arrogant, were filled with tears. The drops of tears smashed into Fu Li's heart.
Fu Li sighed. He finally could not stand Tang Yin's tears.
"I want to eat corn porridge tonight."
"Okay."
"And I want to drink the lotus root soup you make."
"Okay."
