A few seconds later, Xu Shiyan picked up the knife and fork beside her. She cut the beef on her plate into chunks and shoved them into her mouth, oil smearing her lips, her cheeks puffed out like balls. There was no image left to maintain, and the knife and fork made a grating sound against the porcelain plate.
The hastily cut beef was difficult to chew, scraping against her gums and the lining of her mouth until it stung—a sensation that served to divert the emotions surging in her chest, a turbulence she was struggling to suppress, like boiling water being forcefully held down.
Yet the harder she tried to suppress it, the more violent the backlash became.
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