Jun Yu sat there, not speaking for a long time.
Su Yan picked up the chopsticks, supporting a white porcelain plate with her other hand, and picked up a chopstick full of greens.
She brought it to his lips.
"Open your mouth."
Jun Yu obediently opened his mouth.
With his eyes downcast, not glancing at Su Yan, yet he obediently ate.
As soon as he swallowed, another chopstick full of greens followed.
She fed him one bite after another.
The movements were skilled.
Su Yan couldn't cook.
But she had somehow managed to perfect the skill of feeding.
After feeding for a while, she picked up the still-warm tea nearby and brought it to his lips for him to drink.
Half an hour later.
This silent feeding process began in a strange atmosphere and also ended in silence.
All that could be heard were the clinking sounds of chopsticks touching the bowl.
Until, when it looked like he had eaten enough.
Su Yan stopped.
By that time, the sky outside had already turned pitch black.
