Wang Xia held Jia Chenggang's hand, tears streaming down her face with emotion.
"Alright, let's not talk about it, let's eat. You should eat more, you look so haggard now," Jia Chenggang said as he put some food on Wang Xia's plate.
Wang Xia pondered over the question Jia Chenggang had asked earlier, and the food in her mouth seemed tasteless.
After the meal, night fully enveloped the city. It was Jia Chenggang's first time in Imperial City, and the bustling night view made him feel uneasy.
Wang Xia accompanied him along the streets of the Imperial City. In early October, the temperature difference between day and night was quite large. Wang Xia's chiffon blouse couldn't withstand the early autumn chill, and as a gust of wind blew by, she involuntarily hugged her arms tightly.
Jia Chenggang quickly took out a jacket from his backpack and draped it over her.
"Xia, where do you live? I'll take you home."
