The crystal chandelier cast a fractured light across the dinner plates. As Shen Zhihe stirred her cold borscht with a silver spoon for the third time, she finally heard a faint crack mingling with the sound of her own heartbeat.
"Zhuxi, this foie gras..." She raised her eyes to look at the man sitting opposite her, but her words were cut short by the tapping of his fingertips against the table. The watch on Xiao Zhuxi's wrist gleamed with a cold light—a birthday gift given by his white moonlight before she went abroad, a watch he had never taken off in three years.
"Hmm." He didn't even raise his eyes. His slender fingers flicked rapidly across his phone screen, while the corners of his lips held a trace of tenderness she had never seen before. Shen Zhihe suddenly remembered their wedding day, when he had put the ring on her finger with that same absent-minded air. When the celebrant announced, "The groom may now kiss the bride," he had turned his head away to avoid her lips.
Chapter 56