Fifteen minutes later, a bowl of tomato and egg noodles was ready.
She placed it on the counter and pushed the bowl in front of him.
"Eat."
Shi Shu looked at the noodles, then at Su Yan.
He lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling.
"My hand hurts."
He looked pitiful.
Su Yan initially wanted to say that his wrist wasn't broken, he could still use it.
But when she saw his hand wrapped in gauze,
which she had bandaged herself, the words stopped at her lips.
She remained silent.
Shi Shu silently reached out, picked up the chopsticks, moving very slowly.
He seemed quite uncomfortable.
Every time he applied even a little force, he would pause.
Su Yan didn't move, nor did she say anything.
She just stood there watching him eat.
While eating, Shi Shu looked up at her.
"I'm Shi Shu. Do you recognize me?"
Su Yan nodded slightly.
Seeing her nod, he smiled.
The frown and pain on his face seemed to fade away.
Then he asked,
"How old is Little Guai this year?"
