Mo Lier awkwardly stirred the rice in her bowl, "Maybe she likes it when you comfort her... I often see you comforting her. Every time you two have an argument... are you the one who apologizes first?"
Mu Yunshen served her some food, speaking naturally, "It's not about apologizing. In a marriage, there's nothing that needs to be fussed over."
In a marriage.
That was... his wife.
Mo Lier looked at the bowl and chopsticks Tang Sitian had used, remembering how many times they had sat here eating together over the past three years... and now those years had just gone by like this.
Suddenly, she felt something stuck in her throat, and as she raised her eyes to the familiar, handsome man in front of her, he suddenly seemed somewhat unfamiliar with a strangeness she couldn't place.
Maybe after more than three years... Tang Sitian knew him better than she did, even though she had owned him for over twenty years.
