Lu Zhan raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, but said nothing.
He just handed a steamed bun to her lips.
Chi Nuan looked up, smiled slightly, and opened her mouth to take the bun.
Seeing her forced smile, Lu Zhan felt quite heartbroken, so he put down the chopsticks and gently pinched her cheek, "When you're unhappy, you don't need to force a smile at me."
"Am I… obviously unhappy?" She sighed lightly.
"Very obvious." Lu Zhan nodded.
