"...Can't catch up anymore." Feng Liyan quickly shouted to stop him.
The man in white paused his steps, standing there motionless for a long time.
Feng Liyan looked at the tightly clenched fists of the man in white, feeling a bit helpless and anxious.
Swallowing hard, she began to speak with some uncertainty:
"Um..."
Before Feng Liyan could say anything, the man in white turned around, walked to the sofa, and sat down.
He picked up the chopsticks, seemingly wanting to eat but having no appetite.
"Have you eaten?"
He suddenly turned his head to ask Feng Liyan.
Feng Liyan looked at the unpleasant expression on the man in white's face and felt a bit afraid to meet his gaze.
She nodded hesitantly, then also came over to sit on the sofa.
Receiving the chopsticks and half a bowl of rice that the man in white handed over, Feng Liyan glanced at him.
But she saw him burying his head in eating by himself, with an unhappy expression on his face.
