The phone call ended, and Lin Wan Yi's ears were still ringing with Gu Lan's shout, so excited that it nearly broke out.
She put down the receiver and looked at the silent man beside her.
Gu Yanshen's hand, which had once punched the wall, was now simply bandaged with gauze.
Without saying a word, he walked over and took an apple from the basket Wang Xiu'e had brought.
The man took out a pocket knife and started peeling the skin.
His movements were slow, focused as if performing a precise task.
A complete circle of fruit skin was peeled, so thin you could see through it.
Watching him, Lin Wan Yi couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile.
Then, he started cutting the apple.
With a few cuts, he divided the apple into four pieces, each shockingly large.
He speared the largest piece with the tip of the knife and held it out to her.
"Eat."
Lin Wan Yi looked at the apple piece, which could almost fill her entire mouth, and then at his serious face.
