Shen Niantang followed Gu Tingchuan into the canteen. The air was thick with the aroma of food, mingled with the distinct, hearty scent of mass-produced military meals. She looked up slightly, her gaze sweeping over the soldiers eating in small groups, when suddenly, she locked eyes with a pair of aggrieved eyes.
He Qian was sitting at a corner table with a bowl of cabbage and vermicelli stew that had long since gone cold in front of him. His gold-rimmed glasses were perched crookedly on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes behind the lenses were fixed intently on Shen Niantang, looking for all the world like a cat that had just had its dried fish stolen. Shen Niantang faltered under his stare, her fingers instinctively clutching the hem of Gu Tingchuan’s uniform.
"What's wrong?"
Chapter 83