"Girl, come have some food. You have only been growing thinner and thinner." The old man said, shaking his disapprovingly, stroking his long white beard reflecting the decades of his life.
The woman kept staring outside through the window. Her eyes were blank, devoid of much emotion. She seemed to have not heard the old man's nagging.
"Young lady, we have to nourish our body to live well. It doesn't matter what life throws at us. At the end of the day, nothing a good meal and a good night's sleep can't solve."
He brought the fragrant lotus soup bowl closer to the woman. Finally stirring some emotion in her.
"How can I go on in life if I don't even know what made me me." She spoke with a light sneer, taking the bowl from the old man.
Zhong Haoran's expression finally softened seeing her having the soup. She reminded him dearly of that unfateful child his wife lost that year.
"Child, do you remember what you had a week ago?"
