The silver moonlight outside the window crawled from the table onto the man’s profile. His dark eyes were like a stagnant pool of water.
In front of him were several different types of egg fried rice. Each dish was exquisitely plated, garnished with top-tier ingredients, and even the rice itself was of an extraordinary variety.
Lin Du let out a silent sigh and squeezed his eyes shut; he could not banish the image of the young girl devouring a meal with gusto. Even with the facts laid bare before him, he was unwilling to believe that Bai Yu was like those other people.
Chapter 50