The voice was low and deep, "When you weren't hungry before, didn't you also sit with me at the dining table?"
The faint scent of tobacco mixed in the air brushed against her senses, Nan Wan lowered her head, pursing her lips gently, "The past is the past, now is now."
Back then, she was just playing the role of a wealthy wife, doing what she thought she should do, not what she truly wanted to do.
Mu Jin Huan's massage on the woman's shoulders was gentle. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Still angry?"
Nan Wan paused, then scoffed and asked back, "Angry about what?"
He was always asking if she was angry—was he testing her on purpose, or did he genuinely not understand?
With a personality as calm and perceptive as his, it couldn't be the former, so it must be the latter...
