Gu Yan’s chopsticks hovered over the sautéed green beans and eggplant for a split second, the strips of eggplant still glistening with a light sheen of oil. His instinct was to stop Zhou Mingzhu from going anywhere, but his discipline as a soldier kept him from speaking.
This slight pause was nearly imperceptible, yet Zhou Mingzhu noticed it—just as she could sense the tightness of his jawline and the knuckles turning white where he gripped his chopsticks.
"It’s been raining a lot in Rehe Province lately," Gu Yan said, his voice sounding as if it were coming from far away. He looked down, poking at his steamed bun until he had made several holes in it. "Make sure you don’t catch a cold."
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