An Ruoxue sat at the dining table, staring at the meal that had gradually grown cold. A sudden, inexplicable ache gripped her nose, and a thin veil of mist welled up in her eyes.
She felt that her current mood was exactly like the cold meal before her: although the dishes looked no different from when they were first served, the warmth had been completely sapped away, bit by bit.
"Plop..."
Chapter 339