Chen Zhi shook her head, laughing as she swished the meat slices and then stuffed them into her mouth, "It has to be spicy to taste right. Have some too, you've hardly had enough."
She piled Si Ye's plate with a lot of food, and although she kept smiling, her tears were flowing more and more. Chen Zhi's demeanor was off, very off.
Si Ye's dark eyes fixed on her, his gaze slowly turning cold.
Only after Chen Zhi filled his bowl to the brim did she stop, "Eat up, otherwise it's all going to waste."
After speaking, she reached for another drink. Just as she brought the cup to her lips, Si Ye suddenly grabbed her wrist and snatched the cup away.
"What are you doing? Why are you taking my drink?" Chen Zhi looked at him, her innocent eyes brimming with tears, like a silent accusation.
Setting the cup down on the table, Si Ye met her gaze with an expressionless face, coolly asking, "Chen Zhi, do you regret marrying me?"
