After observing for a day and finding no abnormalities, Xia Lu finally left the hospital and returned home.
At the dinner table, she was silent, thinking about how to start a conversation with Zhou Mingchen later.
"Try this hot and sour bamboo shoot salad, I made it myself." Zhou Mingchen put some of the dish into her plate, noticing her expression was a bit strange, "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong?"
"You usually talk a lot at the dinner table, why are you not saying a word today?" Zhou Mingchen had already noticed something was off about her.
Xia Lu refused to admit it, "That's not true."
She lowered her head and put the hot and sour bamboo shoot salad into her mouth, swallowing it before she even had the chance to taste it. Seeing that Zhou Mingchen was still staring at her, she felt puzzled, "Aren't you going to eat? Why keep staring at me? Is there something on my face?"
