Tang Yige took a deep breath, subconsciously trying to draw her hand back.
"Soup."
Si Nan stared at her and said.
Tang Yige's hand paused, then she became quiet.
Si Nan placed the bowl of soup near her hand, "Careful."
"..." Tang Yige's eyebrows moved quickly, then she held the bowl with both hands, slowly bringing it to her lips.
Si Nan watched her cautiously, as if afraid she couldn't hold a bowl steadily.
Tang Yige slowly finished a small bowl of soup, after which Si Nan took the bowl from her hand and asked, "Are you full?"
This time, Tang Yige didn't choose to ignore him, she nodded her head.
"Mm."
Si Nan stood up and cleaned up the leftovers from lunch on the long table, taking them out of the bedroom.
As the door closed, Tang Yige's pale chin lowered slightly.
Then, she leaned gently against the side of the sofa.
Her stomach felt full, but her heart still felt empty.
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